Britannicus Enters the Guild

The fire burned low in the hearth, the visitors to the Woo-Hoo tavern gathered closer for warmth, the cries of the Troll Witch Doctor echoing through their bones.

Men cried out for more beer to outdrink their female counterparts and serving wenches had their bottoms pinched on numerous occasions. In a corner a young man sat barely 18 years of age, only just past his first full shave. He sat nursing a pint of mead, his meager rations only enough to buy one flagon for the night. His head swam as he looked back on his first week in Moorgate.

A halfling by birth he had sort to immerse himself in the healing arts, all the better to save people of course. But the shine of gold, the lure of a locked house was always there. When he was turfed out of the village and told to seek his fortune he headed for Moorgate, a place of 'great opportunity !' or so he had been told.

His first week was a nightmare !

Too many people, too many monsters ! it was good he could heal all the injured but the lure of the gold was too much. He could only just stop himself from pick pocketing all the passers by. Fortunately he had met a fellow conspirator by the name of Shoot sharp who stuffed a manifesto in his hand and suggested he read it. It was a Charter for the Rogues Guild, Britannicus decided at that point that he must join this guild, even though his former ideals as a Shaman may be held against him and slow his learning progress. So it was that he traversed the Catacombs and found the gift that allowed entry to the guild. He had then met up with many other adventurers mages and guilds, monks and rangers enough to fill his time a plenty. He had even spoken to his Mentor ! an honoured visit !

So it was that a tired week came to close, Britannicus a lot wiser but not a lot richer trudged to the stables to sleep in the hay.

*nods* *catches britannicus before he can make it to the Stables* Ye are a part of the Rogue family now...come back tae the guild house..I'll show ye to ye bunk there. Enjoy ye rest in your new home..

~Merlordd~
*~GL of the Rogues Guild~*
*^Ancient Rogue^*
*"The fresh smell of blood, the sound of steel on steel, it is the stuff of legends is it not?!"*

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