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| This Old Book Is Worn With Age And With The Many Times Its Contents Have Been Read | |||||||||||||||||
| Brise sits down atop his trusty soapbox, quill and parchment in hand and begins an attempt to pen his thoughts. Suddenly the quill snaps and ink flies through out the Guild. Patiently, Brise picks up another quill and begins his arduous task again. A few moments later he begins muttering something about Twiggie and wishing she had installed those writing and math classes in the Guild teaching arenas. He begins to scribble over an over on one spot on the parchment. He crumbles the parchment up and throws it aside. He stands up, splattered with ink, and arises to his soapbox. Perched upon familiar territory he begins to speak. | |||||||||||||||||
| "Seems that the reason Iochtar became the Guild Scribe so many years ago is now apparent." Brise smiles and winks at Io. "Seems we were all so involved with other things going on in the Guild nobody cept fer him ever took any of those writing classes. Now I guess I must return to that which I have practiced fer so long a time." Brise clears his throat. |
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| I know not many of you as I stand here so I figure an introduction is in order. My name is Brise. No title other than ranger appears before my name nor has any in a very long time. I figure I should tell some who now see me round the Guild a bit about myself. I first entered the Guild many years ago after hearing of such a place of wonders near to the Eastern road. I was young and full of bloodlust and figured a challenge had not been made that I couldn't surmount. | |||||||||||||||||
| Well after a few days I finally found myself alive, which the past few days had proven the biggest challenge and on the Northern most reaches of the Eastern Coast Road. I wandered around fer a bit when I suddenly found what I had sought in the northern Dir., a marker of those that I had heard tell, Rangers. I wandered the woods remembering the stories and trying hard not to be distracted. Which in my youth was my second biggest challenge. | |||||||||||||||||
| My bow came up and took aim in my hand without effort on my part, the Stag smiled and nodded. With this, my arrow flew with such precision into its heart. It fell dead at my feet. Once again it spoke to me saying "Seek out your new home, with Roachmill, fear not young friend and protect this secret for always. Defend the wood and cherish your new home." My heart was at it lowest point, for I felt that I had lost my truest friend. It had given me my honour and my new found love for the wood in which it had once lived. The Stag fluttered for a moment and vanished from veiw. I was dumb struk and saddened at it's passing. | |||||||||||||||||
| I suddenly heard a rustling in the wood, my grief changed to fear. I grasped my bow and turned, arrow notched and at full draw. As I took aim at the sound I saw proudly moving in the woods the Stag seeking out the next kindred spirit. Now heartened by this sight, I moved off with renewed vigor in seeking the home that he spoke. | |||||||||||||||||
| Searching carefully for the first time, moving amongst the wood with now practiced patience. I stumbled upon the Grandest sight of the REDWOOD. Carefully I found the entrance, and moved swiftly to the perch. There stood Roachmill as if he knew I was coming. I showed the master that I had the blessing of the Stag and with it Master Roachmill welcomed me with a handshake and a Dark Web Bow. | |||||||||||||||||
| He led me into that which would be my new home. It was spartan and had little of what you all see here this day. But it had something that no other Guild of the land had with in its green wooded floors smelling of fresh milling. It had the Pride of those who had sought it and succeeded. | |||||||||||||||||
| Roachmill took me aside and trained me in the ways of the Ranger Guild and told me to protect it's secrets at the cost of my own life it self. I was introduced to another, one that came before me and Windwalker taught me to map and seek that which has never been found. To lead groups with safety and protect the secrets of the land from those that wish to abuse them. I was introduced to other Rangers of like mind and skills. I was introduced to Boltin, Shango, and Arron. Together we learned the lands and became hard and fast friends. | |||||||||||||||||
| There were many others that I should mention along with many more stories, but as I look out I see many weary eyes. So with that I take my leave of you. And offer to all that wish to speak of the Olden times to seek out those who had come before you and ask. The history of the Guild is within others and though we have penned down little for our skills aren't that of Io our minds grow heavy and other too must carry it on." | |||||||||||||||||
| Brise steps down off of his box. Gently places the Old worn "box" into his pack, slings it and moves off for more adventures in his beloved forest. | |||||||||||||||||
| Close The Book And Put It Back On The shelf | |||||||||||||||||