Many moons ago I discovered a life of adventuring. And like some of you, that started in a world of rules... of the 3.5 variation. It was some of the best of times and some of the worst. But most importantly it was time I cherished. And then I made a big leap.
I heard of a realm of men and women who called themselves Pathfinders. Who strode forward despite the opposition to make a name for themselves. I joined them. I threw in my whole lot.. even going as far as Trading some of my own magical spells to afford my journey.
A merchant finally promised coin for the right spells and I had obtained the text of laws granting me the knowledge of the realm. It was everything that I needed to be bold and face threats the likes of which have never been seen. And with my Book I conquered many.
Alas, all good stories come to an end. And my Book has seen all of the best and worst days. It has traversed Dark Dungeons, Fiery Deserts, Steamy tropics, and Barren Icy wastes along with their inhabitants. Age and wear has taken hold, and today I retire this sacred text.
