Things in Rut's life were on the whole fine and dandy. His son and heir had just turned seven and was first in his class at plant recognition and scored the highest in the forage timed exercise held at the local Ranger v Druid Sports Day. Rut's competed in the Dad's tree climbing competition but unfortunatley was subsequently banned from future events after smacking the local referee in the gob for what he considered a dodgy decision that went in favour of his arch nemesis GrassCutter the druid, who's son was in the same class as Rut's boy.
His wife had fully got over the incident with the hairy female druid and Rut earning cash as a strippa-gram, and loved her husband dearly. Rut's little twin daughters had just turned 16 months and were just being introduced to their mini-bows from Bows-R-Us.
Work was going well as Rut's had just received a promotion and now was in charge of mob skinning and meat extraction at the local plant. This meant extra cash even if Mrs Rut's found the odd Gnoll ear or finger that had accidently caught up in his uniform.
All in all Rut's knew he should be content in life, but felt that something was missing. At night while his wife snored loudly beside him he would gaze over the tree tops of Surefall Glades and felt that he wanted to belong to a group of fellow like minded Rangers and other comrades of different races and classes. He had once gone to a meeting of the Ranger-Masons at the local pine lodge but it was at the point of their welcome ritual that Rut's had to chant with just a loin cloth on and have someone pour tree sap over him, while a colony of fire beetles were let loose that he decided that it wasn't for him. He also felt that the absurd antler hats and bear skin aprons with funny squiggles were going to clash with his spandex lycra.
However he saw an advert in the local rag the SG Times of organisations called guilds that intrigued him. Now Rut's knew that joining a guild was an honour and not a right. He felt that on his adventures he acted how he wished others to treat him. He assisted others whenever he could, be it buffs, money or advice for younger adventurers. He apologised when he felt he had inadvertently offended someone and always went about with a sense of humour and a spring in his step. Rut's felt that belonging to a guild would help him with advice from more senior members and someone to belong to.
So he offered a prayer to the reliable God of Forums for any further information, or even the possibility of a Guild hearing his pleas and wishing to speak to him,
"How does one go about joining or getting offered to join a Guild if ones suitablity is right. Are there different types of Guilds and do some have criteria for joining. Your help in this matter would be greatly appreciated.
Your singing prancing Ranger Boy Rut's Bowtwanger"
P.S. Please could you bestow great fortune and luck, as well as rippling muscles and good looks great character and personality upon Baron JORAH for giving his spare pair of boots to me while at HHK the other day, as well curing that terrible case of athletes foot I've just picked up from him.