Greetings good citizens of Tunare! I have much to tell since my last adventure. Goodness has run rampant through Norrath as I adjust to life with my new guild!

My story begins in the perilous Lake of Ill Omen. I had relocated there in order to spread justice and peace and hopefully earn the respect of my new guildmates. One day, while preaching to the zone about the virtues of goodness I encountered a young and gentle elf named Servantto. (At least I thought he was gentle!)

I greeted him by saying "Hail, my elven brother!", and he immediately snarled at me and told me that he hated all non-elfs and that even though we were both children of holy Tunare he would never stop until all shorties were dead. Unfortunately I failed to document that conversation, so you will just have to take my humble and honorable word for it. I managed to escape with my life.





As usual, there were a few skeptics who did not believe my gospel of decency. I've learned to just be patient though, I know that they don't really mean the terrible things they say. They are just confused by their admiration of my good deeds!





















Of course, some of them did decide to come after me to test my resolve. But I stood strong with my brothers, and we fought for decency every time the pkers arrived.











Alas though, I could not stay in Kunark forever. I was not welcome in the town due to my undying devotion to Tunare, and finally realized that I would have to bring my adventures back to my home continent of Faydwer. I began by heading to Crushbone to spread some justice in the land of orcs.





This soon grew tiresome though. I am getting too old to really enjoy my battles against evil in Crushbone, so I decided to head to the mystical Ocean of Tears. Upon entering Butcherblock Mountains I encountered an elf who was preparing to assault one of my dwarven brethren named 'Migetguy'. I moved quickly in his defense after he sent me a barrage of tells begging for aide. (Unfortunately I forgot to document that conversation also.)







His attack on the gentle elf Prathaticus was short lived, and Migetguy ran away for awhile. Prathaticus is a peace lover like me, so he did not pursue the young dwarf.



Unfortunately for the honorable Migetguy, Prathaticus went linkdead, so when Migetguy returned to take a swipe again, Prath was not so forgiving.



The next time I saw Migetguy, he had mysteriously put away his sword. I think that elf might have beat some sense into him.



I soon heard someone shout that the boat was on it's way, so I ran to the docks to board for my destination of the Ocean of Tears. While waiting there I spoke with a number of travellers. They were very adamant in their beliefs that my guild contains pkers. I explained to them that this was absolutely not true. I even tried to dance with a fair elven maiden. Damn my two left feet though. I tripped over my staff and accidentally cast Shock of Poison!







Once the boat moved on and I felt I had apologized profusely enough, I decided it was time to party. Even us ministers of justice have to kick back and have some fun every now and then!



Even after partying with the large group of travellers on the boat, I was reminded that some people still feel threatened by my unbridled goodness.







That's a new one.