"A New Adventure for an Old Chap..."
EM Seppo
The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings or endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.
It was a cold winter day as the Captain raced against the harsh wind through the woods of Britain. Despite the chill, beads of sweat were starting to form on his brow. Unarmed as he was, he seemed to be openly defying any would-be rioters. However, there were no troublemakers to be found this morning. That was fine with the captain as his eyes focused on the road ahead of him. Running was one activity that always helped him to think clearly and there was much to think about.
The past several weeks had weighed down heavily on his shoulders. The rumors about the involvement of his nephew in the massacre had swirled out of control. He felt that he no longer had the trust of the citizens nor the Royal Guard. Truly, many sympathized with him. Yet, there was often a hesitation to it. The actions of his nephew, regardless of the circumstances, had tainted him irrevocably.
“Aye, Jenkins, old chap! You know there is no going back from this,” he spoke out loud to himself.
Truth to be told, he knew this day was coming for some time now. But, he had grown so attached to the people and the kingdom that the desire to see things through had held him back from the inevitable. But, the needs of the kingdom are greater than any one man. His father had always taught him that. And, it was clear to him that the kingdom needed a new leader to step up from the ashes.
“Aye, Jenkins, old chap!” He muttered to himself again, “It is time to hang the boots! Perhaps, that sea adventure you always longed for…”
Event Notification:
Saturday, Feb 4th, 2:00 PM PST / 5:00 PM EST.
Location: The Great Hall of Castle Britannia.
Note: No monsters, no rewards.
EM Seppo
The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings or endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.
It was a cold winter day as the Captain raced against the harsh wind through the woods of Britain. Despite the chill, beads of sweat were starting to form on his brow. Unarmed as he was, he seemed to be openly defying any would-be rioters. However, there were no troublemakers to be found this morning. That was fine with the captain as his eyes focused on the road ahead of him. Running was one activity that always helped him to think clearly and there was much to think about.
The past several weeks had weighed down heavily on his shoulders. The rumors about the involvement of his nephew in the massacre had swirled out of control. He felt that he no longer had the trust of the citizens nor the Royal Guard. Truly, many sympathized with him. Yet, there was often a hesitation to it. The actions of his nephew, regardless of the circumstances, had tainted him irrevocably.
“Aye, Jenkins, old chap! You know there is no going back from this,” he spoke out loud to himself.
Truth to be told, he knew this day was coming for some time now. But, he had grown so attached to the people and the kingdom that the desire to see things through had held him back from the inevitable. But, the needs of the kingdom are greater than any one man. His father had always taught him that. And, it was clear to him that the kingdom needed a new leader to step up from the ashes.
“Aye, Jenkins, old chap!” He muttered to himself again, “It is time to hang the boots! Perhaps, that sea adventure you always longed for…”
Event Notification:
Saturday, Feb 4th, 2:00 PM PST / 5:00 PM EST.
Location: The Great Hall of Castle Britannia.
Note: No monsters, no rewards.