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The Collegium Lignatorium

(GoR) Guild of Rangers (GoR)

The Farewell

An old man dressed in white stands below an ancient oak, staring at the changing sky. His deep green eyes sparkle with a mixture of sadness and pride, and his flowing white hair and neatly trimmed beard rustle in the light wind. A very old campfire burns a short distance away, casting the pleasant aroma of woodsmoke into the forest air.

He whispers softly..

"I have been a part of Midlight for a long time. My family stretches back farther still, to the ancient days. But I am the last of the Targeyans, and only this old outdoorsman remains."

"It has been a pleasure and an honor to be a part of it all. But I feel it is time to pass the torch along to another and fulfill a promise I made with two old friends, Pratsutagus and Sandin. A little bit of traveling and another adventure in the lands beyond Iridine awaits us. But we will all meet again, my Rangers, in the forests of Ereal. "

"I belong to the old days, and want to leave this new world to it's new citizens. I hereby disband the 'Collegium Lignatorium', the 'Guild of Rangers' (GoR), and resign as it's leader. Perhaps a worthy outdoorsman will one day pick up the torch, and re-unite the woodsman. Perhaps..

The following appears in your thoughts, with the old man's distictive voice..

'I wish all of Iridine, the best of luck in whatever path they decide to follow. I would like to thank the original four who helped build (GoR); Pratsutagus, Yomin, Steyr, and Sandin. You will remain my friends, regardless of the places life takes you.

I would also like to thank, Violeta who I had the great honor of being freinds with. Mathus, who saved my life in the Bandit Forest, and always had a kind word. To Annatar who believed in us, and was forever a role model. To Ultimatius who upheld his oath to the very end and who led the Guard Rangers with fierce pride and incredible commitment. And finally to the staff of EC, who gave us wandering souls of cyber space, a place to truely call home.'

The thought ends and the old man is silent. He smiles at you briefly, before suddenly being concealed behind a wisp of smoke kicked up by the rising wind. When it fades, Talonthalas Targeyan is gone. All that remains is a single phrase left lingering in the gentle air..

"Jal Mende olRhecus, my Rangers."

Off among the trees you hear a wolf howl, soon it is picked up by others and echos throughout the entire forest.

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