It's like plunging into the calm ocean, the wind softly caressing your body, the fog covering your armour in a damp mist- you can feel the magic, its in the ocean, cool yet warm - embracing and containing you like a primordial womb.
almost like waking up from a dream something lurks close!
Berthold heading to CS
Heading home after a long day, Berthold the legendary minstrel looks around and can see that the long days sun has now produced a heavy fog, albion wouldn't be albion without this fog berthold thinks to himself.
Tonight Berthold will stick to the road, for the fear of what might lurk in the mist.
Home is where the cash is.
Standing outside the palace that Berthold calls home, he wonders to himself what the world has come to... once many years ago no one cared for cash or good - it was all about the hunt, wondering where its all gone wrong Berthold heads off for a good days ganking greys!
Berthold lives the dream
Bertholds expectations are always set high and today he was in luck, he turned the corner and low and behold 5 greys leveling! whipping out his flute he memorized them all and set to work one by one kulling the mid incursion before they get to high!
Emain was like a breath of fresh air...
It's like being on a mountain top. It's like getting there and not being able to climb back down. It's like having to survive in that hostile environment for months just by eating insects and drinking tea made out of twigs.
Looking at this photo Berthold thinks that he misses the old days