Daydream part 1

The sun crests over the horizan as a man on rides up on a weather beaten stead, in to town. He stops by the gaurds. His robes are covered in dust and mud from his long travel. His Hand grasp tightly on his staff as he falls slowly to the street. A young gaurd rushes forward and grabs him, helping him to plant his feet.

Out of breath, he look up. "Thank you young man, I've been on this nag for almost a full cycle now, and thought I'd pass out from teh pain in my rear." The young Gaurd helps him stand up as he walks him towrads the gate of the city. The man approaches as another gaurd stands straight. "What is you porpuse in Fallnford.

The old man produces a small silver medallion and shows it to the guard. “I'm Aiwendil the cloud seer. I've come from the northern conclave. I'm here for the Gathering.” the guard looks at the old man and nods. “The boy will take you up if you want him to.” Aiwendil Nods and takes the the young gaurd's arm.

As they start to walk Aiwendil looks around to see who else might be in the town. “You're the first one to come for the gathering Master Wizard. No one else has arrived. At least none that I have seen.” Aiwendil smiles at the boy and leans a little more on to him,.

“So tell me young one, how long have you been a guard? You seem a bit young to doing guard work.” the young boy stops and stares at him. “I'm sixteen, I just started Guard duty this year. My fatehr trained my how to use a sword, and my mother taught me math and reading, and other schooling.” The old wizard laughs to himself as they get to the main street. “I don't believe I asked that much my good lad.”

the young boy was a little assamed at his over zealousness. He blushes as he looks towards the streets. “You haven't told me your name. You know mine but not yours, and that is rude.” the boy helps the old wizard to some stairs and the start to ascend. “I'm Risin, I live just outside of town.” The old wizard nods as he looks at a pair of doors that stand in front of them.

“I can walk from here young Risin.” The young man nods as he slowly steps back. The dorrs swing open and Aiwendil steps inside. Risin turns around as the doors start to close.

Gamer's Wanted

What happened to the gamer. What happened to the pewter minis and paints. We have lost what is was to be a gamer. Late nights with friends telling stupid jokes and making soda runs. We have forsaken our roots for a Fantasy world more digital enhanced and a lot less thought provoking. We have lost ourselves to the MMO.

I can't really say I hate MMO's because I myself play guild wars. But it in it's self is lacking so much. It's missing the feel of paper as you make your character. The sound of pages turning in books, the smell of lead as it is left behind on paper chronicling a new hero and new adventures waiting to be faced. It's missing the company that helps you when your backs against the wall.

But the world of the gamer has loss sight in it's self . It has forgotten what being a gamer was. With quicker and easier ways, there is no thought, no imagination any more. When did we give up what made us gamers, the ability to dream to Dream of a Warrior with Axe up high ready to cleave a goblin in two, A wizard who forgets how his spells go, or a Knight, Armor shining in the sun as he sits on top of his steed. Do you member the last great character you had, Maybe he or she was a bard, Supporting the team in a great battle, or a rogue using their skills to out wit a drag, or a cleric who stood up to a horde of Zombies

What has happened to the gamer, We have forgotten ourselves. We took the easy way out and stopped role-playing and started Roll Playing. It has gotten to the point where the powers the be are telling us no more, No more thinking, no more remembering, no more dreaming.