For over 100 years the Brigands guild has lain dormant until today, on the 5th day of Ilmarael 1099 years since the Divine War, the Brigands guild has awoken.
Stepping from the shadows of the Grey Forest a handful of worthy Rangers cast off the shackles of their failing guild. They saw what their guild had become; a shambles, pacifism had taken hold like a plague, brainwashing Rangers into a life of medio
crity and malaise. A joke within this land consisting of little more than pacifist arms dealers; farm workers to the real fighters in the land, whoring their skills to the highest bidder.
There is no place for pacifism within the Brigands and no place for the weak or lazy. Those who live their lives to the spirit of the guild will be rewarded; those who do not will be cast into the forests and hunted to their death.
If this life interests you, if you think you have the heart and soul required, contact one of the founders.
Written by my hand on the 6th of Ilmarael, in the year 1099.