[illustration by Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird] Clad in rugged leather armor adorned with intricate leaf patterns, Chuck, a middle-aged ranger, moves with grace, his every step guided by the whispers of the wind and the rustling of the leaves. His mystic broadsword, the Verdant Edge in hand, Chuck's connection to the land runs deep, his bond with the creatures of the forest and the spirits of the earth unbreakable.

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