Living in isolation, far away from their tribe of Drow, Traxex felt a deep loneliness. She longed for her kind. More and more often she curiously observed traveling salesmen or solitary adventurers who traveled through the forest. One day she heard noise of battle struggling through the woods. As fast as she could, she chased in the direction of the noise. A column of riders in noble armor and two ornate carriages in their midst were attacked by a group of black hooded Warriors.
A fierce battle sparked. The riders fought bitterly but they were hopelessly outnumbered. When only a few riders were still on t heir mounts, one of the attackers smashed the door of the coach and pulled out a noble dressed child in sparkling gowns. Traxex could not help it. For the first time she broke the code she imposed herself, not to interfere in the interests of strangers.
With incredible speed she reached down the attacker and acted as well with the rest of the 23 warriors. As it turned out, Traxes had saved the life of the child emperor. According to the custom of the ancients, the savior of the emperor to has to obtain a gift. The eyes of the child emperor radiated an incredible wisdom and trust. He opened the black golden ornated chest,
which layed on the second carriage under a cloth. What emerged was a suit of armor. The armor of the legendary Ranger Arvalia.