Role

Chapter 6

As I stand atop a wind swept cliff, I look out towards the island. Hells I
guess I should be calling it my Island now, since I have become the Rhyme.
How did this happen, as a young and cheerful warrior who found the island by
accident and threw himself off more cliff's than ones he was pushed. Now I am
in charge and I share the burden with my old friend and now meter Tovyn. As I
stand to walk back down the cliff side path I feel old scars pull at my skin,
my muscles ache and my eyes are not near as sharp as they once had been. But
I will contunie on, because the island needs me. There is still plenty of
fight left in these old bones, but now I am going to have to use my head a
bit more than I have before. I will think a bit before I charge in like a
rampagin bull, I will act the title of knight and try to protect and let the
island prosper. So now begins the path of the Rhyme and cliffjumper. I will
try and merge the two into something we can all be proud of.

My plan for the island is to speak with all the applicants and give them
thier fair shot, I will be easy on none, but I will not make thier task
impossible either. With each I will have them write a missive to the island
to describe how they see the balance, and how they think we can help it. I
believe a broader perspecive will help us all Old and New.