A Ranger...Has Moved On In Life....Follow

Hi there all Rut's here, sorry for the long absence but many things has happened in my life!! Life has moved on and I have moved into my 52nd Season resulting in grey appearing in my golden locks, and there being several very embarassing moments of when being with friends at social events and laughing out loud to some hilarious joke and realising that I've just lost my bladder control due to weakened body parts from old age. Luckily having a mug of Surefall Sap in my hand meant I could hide the resulting stain and shuffle off to the bathroom.

A while ago I said that I had joined a friendly club known as Eight Virtues. While there I learnt many new things and visited many a strange places, mostly very dangerous and evil, but alas due to circumstances the club disbanded. I just wish to say thankyou to all members past and present for an enriching time while we were together and may the seed of your loins be fruitful in the belly of your woman, or whatever you see fit if your a lass.

So Ruts wandered lonely as a cloud, trying to find groups to gain more experience and skills. That was until Rut's had an invite from a group at the Plane of Justice. Now he was no stranger of this place due to an incident in his 18th season. When out with a group of friends celebrating his birthday they all piled into the nearest Quenos Curry House and ate a hearty meal, and downed copious amounts of alcohol. No Rut had NO concept of alcohol tolerance which resulted in him twoccing a nearby Horse chained to some railings. This beast did not take kindly to some Ranger sitting astride and yelling "Hi Ho Silver" so decided to teach him a lesson. 12,000 plats worth of damage later and severe concussion from hitting that low bridge Ruts woke up in a cell in the POJ with a stonking headache, and a mouth like the bottom of a taxi. Short and long, quick Court appearance and 120 hours community service and barred from all drinking houses in Qeynos for 12 months.

Rut's knew the area was safe unless you stuck your sword up the jacksises of the big dudes in Capes and carrying big shiny weapons. Alas he was told by the group that it was to be in the basement that we were to be going. This was something he didn't count on knowing the place could be more complicated to navigate than trying to explain how to make a hero sandwich to a troll. Luckily he was met in the graveyard by a friendly Drood called Minwenu. "Are you sowed?"...woosh off she goes. Now Ruts previous for losing people in dangerous areas was renowned, so he tried his hardest to fight the Norrath warp effect (aka lag) and keep up. Finally passed loads of big guys in capes, one actually remebered me from long ago and got to some doors.

Was then warned that after this door the locals aint gonna take kindly to us wandering through. Door opens on this huge rock guy who promptly drops his arm on the floor in surprise.... "Let me help you get that..." says the numpty Ranger moving forward to pick it up. POW!! second time in Ruts life he gets a stonking headache in the POJ. With the feared call of "INCOMING!" we leg it to the rest of the group down the corridor and the rock guy is despatched forthwith. Myself taking the pleasure afterwards in putting its arm up it's............

The group we went forth and did battle was Morwena the Cleric sitting astride her horse!!! God, deja vu, it was one of those things that got me here in the first place!! Also Tahlin the Zerker, Epidemike the Necro and out tank for this evening Felinx the Pally. And so the rest of the night we wnet forth and hacked and slashed and cast. At one point the newbie Ranger ie me decided to entice the rock dudes bruv through the door by getting too close which resulted in 3 mobs at once. Now getting smacked for 250 a pop I started to get a wee nervous hurriedly looking at my map for that rush back to civilisation, but no fear I was in safe hands.

Anyways a lovely evening was had by all resulting in moving up the corridor and past this HUGE muvva at the end who looked like the terminator. As I went past I mumbled Hi but was reoulutley ignored. I did see his badge though which said Licensed Door Staff - Norrath World Council. Inside this little guy in white when I chatted gave me this pretty little flag which takes pride of place on my bird table at home!!

A quick port to POK and a quick sell and split and the evenings entertainment was drawing to a close. However I was invited to join my friends on a more permanent basis, I hope I can bring you all honour and laughter. Thankyou FI.