Returning to Siege Perilous, interested in joining a guild

[Beylik]

I've been away from Siege for maybe 15 years, was shocked and delighted to get killed six times in my first week back.  Siege Lives!  Defends it's honor still!  But rough out there alone... 

Anyway, I'm trying to find out what guilds are still active.  Heavy on a sense of humor, light on rules, intolerant of griefing are my requirements.  Would I fit in with you guys? 

[Beylik]

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. 

[Shalimar]

Welcome back Bey'lik. Wydstrin [PAG] and Pixie [PAG] are both on Siege discord, as is Bg [UDL] and Nalfein [TAX] not playing UO as far as I know but they're there so if you want to contact, just join Siege discord. You can find the address on Siege stratics https://community.stratics.com/forums/uo-siege-perilous.60/ Gosh I remember Tyrone Rugan [X] sneaking into town as a red when reds weren't allowed hehe. Those were fun days indeed.

[Humhum]

Oooh, I love the story.. welcome back.

Pssst, I can provide somewhat abominable curiously adorned egg for the resurrection part! *makes a mage wink from under the brim of the pointy hat*

[Tjalle]

Hail and welcome to the forum!

[Blind Otto]

Aha! I've been waiting patiently for you to return. So, about that letter from the previous king, allocating Tax funds to my community project? I trust you've had enough time to complete the paperwork by now? I showed you the letter with Dagashi and Lord British's signatures on them - you'd think a king could afford ink that didn't smudge so much.

The funds can be transferred to the KSS bank account whenever you're ready.

Oh, and welcome back!


[Out of context history lesson:  When I was an initiate with KSS, I was assigned to get some money from [TAX] by any means possible. Being a crafter, and a blind one at that, my options were limited. I hit on the idea of forging a letter from the king, ordering the Tax collectors to allocate money to a new braille wing of the Britain library. I eventually got 35gp from Dagashi, mostly because he was becoming so irritated by my refusal to give up and go away - despite several hundred death robes - that he gave in and paid. Good times!]