I note that an introduction and a bit of history is asked for from folks might be interested in yer guild, so I'll add a bit. I came upon this land, oh, maybe it was 25 years ago or so, and fell in with a group of respectable gentlemen that went by the monicker 8X. Fishermen mostly, peaceful fishermen, no matter what you heard. We used to boat around, just fishin'.
Well, after a time of that, we came to an understanding with the Perilous Adventurer's Guild, Pixie's old outfit, and we flew our standard with his boys. Good times, those were. I rose in that guild, became an elder for a time, and generally just ran around having the best of days, engaging in no disreputable activities that were officially proven.
Alas, all great things must come to and end, and I had an old dept to pay (taxes, actually). Had a runin with good ol' Dagashi, who informed me that if I couldn't come up with several million, I was going to have to work it off. Well, respectable and fully honerable old Pir....fisherman that I am, I couldn't come up with the coin. So I spent some time being a tax agent, in which time I'm proud to say I rose in that organization and was actually put in charge of certain elements of the operation, including the treasuries. Again, nothing was officially proven. Well... all I can say about those times...I certainly hope no overtaxed citizens are still around in GIL. If so, I can still technically help you lodge a complaint. If I can find the office of circular misfiling...I think it's been moved... Anyway.
One day I died. It was unfortunate, but there it was. Came as a hell of a surprise, but there they were, the Undead, ready to embrace me. I can't say much of that time, other than to report that in a bizarre circumstance involving a chicken egg, some moldy sausage, and a resurrection scroll, I sorta...got better. Took it's toll though, because I think I was unconscious for about 15 years, best I can tell. So that's my story, and here I am, mostly reformed retired fisherman, and hoping to find a crew.
Well, after a time of that, we came to an understanding with the Perilous Adventurer's Guild, Pixie's old outfit, and we flew our standard with his boys. Good times, those were. I rose in that guild, became an elder for a time, and generally just ran around having the best of days, engaging in no disreputable activities that were officially proven.
Alas, all great things must come to and end, and I had an old dept to pay (taxes, actually). Had a runin with good ol' Dagashi, who informed me that if I couldn't come up with several million, I was going to have to work it off. Well, respectable and fully honerable old Pir....fisherman that I am, I couldn't come up with the coin. So I spent some time being a tax agent, in which time I'm proud to say I rose in that organization and was actually put in charge of certain elements of the operation, including the treasuries. Again, nothing was officially proven. Well... all I can say about those times...I certainly hope no overtaxed citizens are still around in GIL. If so, I can still technically help you lodge a complaint. If I can find the office of circular misfiling...I think it's been moved... Anyway.
One day I died. It was unfortunate, but there it was. Came as a hell of a surprise, but there they were, the Undead, ready to embrace me. I can't say much of that time, other than to report that in a bizarre circumstance involving a chicken egg, some moldy sausage, and a resurrection scroll, I sorta...got better. Took it's toll though, because I think I was unconscious for about 15 years, best I can tell. So that's my story, and here I am, mostly reformed retired fisherman, and hoping to find a crew.