A Ranger....Cuts His Teeth...And Lives!!Follow

Lo all Rut's here again, your spandex bow twangin and a' prancin Ranger Boy!! This is not a prayer to the great God Of Forums, but just a small piece of prose of my first real adventures with a group of fine new friends. So by all means port out if your not into the drivelling of a semi-senile Ranger.

First of all, from my last chapter of wanting to belong I am now the greenest, "Oh god its that new boy asking questions again" member of a superb bunch of individuals known as the Eight Virtues Guild. Amazingly after a few begs and grovels they have allowed me in as an initiate to their fine establishment. Not sure why, but the very expensive Rogue forger I hired at huge cost to forge those fake references may have had something to do with it.

The first thing I needed was to get out there and learn the finer points of group dynamics. Done the theory at night classes and to get my Silver Oak Leaf Diploma had to go out and get the practical done. So I thought, a nice jaunt to somewhere like the Qeynos newbie area would be just pucca for a 34 lvl Ranger like me.

Up pops a mission to go to some place called Trakanon's Teeth and go collect some shiny medal thingies that people want for their questy missions?? However upon signing up on the local notice board down at the SureFall Glade Neighbourhood Meeting Hall a few concerns started to pass through my grey matter. This was due to other messages such as "the level is a bit high for you but we will look after you" etc etc. But, trust those who know. There I was at the alloted time to go forth and battle. Swords cleaned and Brassoed, and the misses had washed the spandex lycra especially for the occassions, just wondering if the Summer Fields fabric conditioner would attract greater aggro or not??

Now, me being a bit of a control freak likes to know where I am going. This entails waltzing along with SOW and looking at my map as I go. POK, BAM! PORTAL BAM! SWAMP BAM! Sod it!! been looking down at my map and lost the others, notibly the leader that evening, a little froggy called Phlorence. Quick glance up sees them hot footing, hopping it into the distance. Race to catch up, binning the map for the sake of getting really alone and scared. Finally, we arrive at Trakanon's Teeth. While we sort ourselves out I get the opportunity to bug my fellow travellers with late last minute "I haven't prepared" questions which they admirably answer. Go to track, OMG where are the greens??? There is more red in that list then a bunch of red dragons at a strawberry jam smearing fight!! A certain ******* starts to tweak and tighten. More questions to others concerning dying and I quickly sit down and start penning my Last Will And Testament to her indoors.

Then the biggest FUBAR of the evening so far. Back in my secondary school days I clearly remember bunking off lessons to go and see the local Ranger Rutters playing at the SG Arena Stadium. That days lesson was on Frog Gender Awareness and Recognition. Now my FGAR skills wasn't even showing, which was clearly evident when I addressed our leader as "Sir". Upon the immediate correction I did start to notice the feminine eye-lashes and Rouge that had been applied for the evenings outing. My apologies Phlorence /blush.

Onto hunting for some Froglok Hunter/Forager mobs. We wandered around and immediately got aggro so joined in for some cool battling, with my friends true to their word and watching my back. We ended up at the north end of the zone and I was given the task of tracking and bringing in a hunter. DA DA DA DAAA!! this was my big chance to show my skills. With a deep breath and a SOW and Cammo buff later, off I trot, alone into the dangerous wilderness. Here is a stream of conciousness of the event;

there it is get close bow ready loose one.OMG I can be seen its coming towards and it's a reddy, map open where to get back??panicpanicpanic STUN BIGGER PANICPANICPANIC GONNA DIE GONNA DIE, never did get to go with that hairy druid I was working on, turn run run run must be following me, run backwards to see it NO WAY will collide with a tree, where's the group? where? where? there they are!! TA DAAAAAA one hunter and now slaughter commences!!!

"uh Rut's you gotta kinda lead em back with you mate" chirps up a colleague. Yeh you guessed it, even a Froggy baddy on speed and mushrooms wasn't able to keep up with one petrified Ranger Boy on SOW overdrive. Oh well, in short the rest of the evening went brill, lots of shiny medallion thingies got and lots of skills learnt.

To all of you who were there, thankyou for your patience and kindness I Honour you, you know who you are.

Rut's signing off and going to collect my Diploma now. Later's

Did you get to do the turn in yet and meet the Emperor? Sebilis is a great place

Nice post :)