The cities swell with noise and smoke. Their people chase gold and comfort, blind to the rot beneath their feet.

But you remember the old paths. The hush of wind through pine. The truth written in claw marks and broken branches. You don’t seek glory, and you don’t ask for thanks. You watch from the treeline. You act when the moment calls and vanish before their thanks find you.

This is the creed of the Ranger. No masters. No walls. No wasted words.

They call you a ghost. A savage. A relic of a wilder time.

Let them.

You know what they’ve forgotten: how to survive. How to fight with silence. How to stand alone.

This isn’t just a shirt. It’s a mark of self-imposed exile.

This design is heavily inspired by the original D&D book art, early 90s punk and grunge posters, and the lonely defiance of the classic Ranger archetype—watchful, untamed, and unbowed.

Reject modernity. Embrace wilderness.

Only the outsiders remain.