Well Hi there folks, Ruts the Multicoloured Ranger of Norrath here and it’s been a long time I can tell you. For those intrepid adventurers out there who have never heard of me that’s fine as half the time I haven’t a clue who I am anyway. Now and again I feel the desperate need to put quill to parchment and pen a few tales of my adventures around these dangerous lands. A lot has happened since I last checked in, with the family at 212 Surefall Glade Close growing up very fast and Mrs Rut’s still suffering at the hands of her wayward hubby. Have now been a member of the secret society known as Ancient Dominion for a wee while and many quests fulfilled and big bad monsters slain over the months. At first it was so hard getting used to the rituals and ceremonies that were demanded upon joining, its amazing what can be done with frilly aprons, studded cod pieces, buckets of cold custard and limp cabbage leaves but that’s another story altogether……(speak to Lukeren for that one!)
AD’s Officers in their wisdom felt that the Guild was not gelling as a whole and so decided to pull the team spirit up to embark on all members invited to take up an extreme sport – potholing – yeh, you know, pitch black cold dark caves, dripping water, ten of you hanging on one frayed old rope over a chasm with the top member being so scared that bladder control becomes an issue and nine others getting the resulting effects. It was decided that the one area that would allow this to become a reality was of course to explore the Depths of Darkhollow and all associated zones with evil “glowing eyes in the dark†mobs.
Now the one member of AD who was so happy to hear this was a small flea-bitten kitty (who smelled a bit of wee) called Ninelives. Now 9, as he was more affectionately known as, from when he was a tiny fluffy ball of fur had always been told by his Grandad of his long lost ancestors, a great honourable and warlike race of cats who had evolved by breeding with wolves into half cat and half were-wolf. These magnificent creatures had been at the pinnacle of cat/wolf society until many centuries before had mysteriously disappeared from sight overnight. Rumour was that they considered themselves too elite to mix with the other races of Norrath and so had gone underground to a stone city called Snarlstone Dens. Now 9 had also been told that he was of Royal Blood and could trace his ancestry back to the fabled leader of this pack known as Bloodeye the most fearsome of all the big creatures. 9 was ecstatic at the chance to return home to his roots……
The day came and the Guild Hall was a hive of disaster with the raid attempting to gear up for the forthcoming pot-holing expedition. Trixiia was starting to annoy everyone asking if her bum looked big in her climbing harness thinking that her buttock cheeks were a little too splayed. Grinder just sat in a corner attempting to do up his straps, muttering “duh†continually, and failing miserably due to his fat fingers being too large to do up the buckles, and Fongi took hours to realise that her her light was not going to shine until she removed the lit candle and placed it in her helm. Finally after a concentrated effort by the Officers to get all geared up the raid set out. Some ported to Undershore, while others chose the healthy option of legging it through Nektulos Forest, to Corathus Creep. Alas the expedition stalled due to the Monk Aelius’s weight limit being exceeded and he attempting to swim the river into Corathus Creep resulting in the hundredweight of ropes and karabiners causing him to sink like a stone and promptly drown. After abseiling into Undershore the raid set out to the north west of the zone to a large foreboding door set in the rock……
The door creaked open and a musty smell of age old kitty-litter wafted over the assembled adventurers. 9 inhaled deeply and muttered to himself “I am homeâ€. 9 went forward and saw a hulking fur silhouette just a bit further down the corridor. Slicking back his ears, and clearing his throat he prepared to introduce himself as their clan leaders long lost relative…..
Davidar at this point could stand it no more. He had kept quiet to the rest of Guild about his rare allergy to cats and all things furry. Now the Guild as a whole had always though Davidar a bit strange why he always went around with two huge wine corks stuffed up his nose thinking him a tad eccentric, but the truth was for him to be able to put up with the Var Shal members of the guild that was the only way. Only 1% of Norraths population had this rare disorder and the closer Davidar got to the entrance of Snarlstone Dens he realised the corks were becoming more and more ineffective. The rest mist settled over Davidar due to his reaction to the Ragepaw inhabitants. His eyes and nose streamed rivulets of snot down his shiny Trimdet’s Chestplate of Chivalry, his bowels gave way soiling his Reflective Platinum Leggings, and huge red boils broke over every inch of his skin causing extreme pain every where. With a resounding “Noooooooooooooo†from 9, Davidar rushed forward, Nightbane Sword raised and began to hack the surprised Ragepaw Hunter to pieces. Following his cue and not really knowing what was going on due to 9’s inactivity in giving orders due to him crying in the corner, the raid rushed forward and systematically began the slaughter of 9’s brethren. The raid hacked deeper into the city until eventually they reached a final cave and upon looking down the slope saw the fabled Bloodeye with his two Commanders Ironfur and Stonebite. The Guild huddled and decided due to Fongi’s poor pulling technique that night, (some would say it was because she had difficulty in seeing where she was going as her candle had disappeared again) that she would be sacrificed to start the event. Strangely Fongi went forth dutifully and died for the cause - with a huge smile on her face???
After getting their equipment sorted the raid rushed forward and the great battle ensued. Alas Bloodeye’s death touch curse thingy caused out intrepid battlers to fail on the 1st attempt, but after the Clerics went into action and all were rezzed, Bloodeye fell under the might of AD. All were joyous as the loot was stripped from Bloodeye’s corpse…except one small bundle of patchy fur seen huddled in a corner weeping quietly…….