As a child, my father always sat me down on his knee and told me that everyone has a story, a story worth listening to, a story about some good deed done. Stories that were very much real. It didn't matter if you were a highborn child with food in your pantry or a peasant with none at all, we all heard these stories, we all wanted to play the part of the hero.
It looks like you still do. I've heard of a place that might interest you. A place called the Guild of Heroes. The Guild is not on any map, there is no path. The Guild chooses its heroes, only the chosen find it. You must find it yourself, and not everyone finds it. If you're meant for the Guild, you will find it.
A few good captains know the way to its island. It's a long voyage on the north sea, and if you're lucky, you'll land on the southern beaches of New Arensvale. The sand will seem to go on forever. It doesn't. The island's climate is whimsical and unforgiving. It has frozen fjords, snow-tipped mountains, pine forests, humid jungles, rivers, and arid deserts. Everything. The Guild is its hidden gem.
For miles, you'll see the towering spire with its bright beacon-fire, always lit. A warm welcome for those who can see it. You'll make out the walls, the stables, and the arched gate. Eventually, you'll step through that gate and realize that this is where you belong. Your new home. You'll feel that every time you return.
Remember this, the Guild doesn't care who you were. Who will you become? Noice.
10-Mar-2016 23:44:33 - Last edited on 17-Jun-2016 08:50:53 by Angry Adair