Thinking back to a time when there was no split in the worlds, where the trees of the land, were not stripped of the leaves that feed on the sun... Before Trammel... there was Paws. If any of you remember me - Davarious - Shea to some. I have come back to the game, and I have shed a tear for the end of a place that used to be home to me. The starting point for any hunt, and the starting point of my love for roleplaying. Paws of Pacific... Having been back a month and stopped by many times to just be in a place I remember so well, from nearly 10 years ago... I figured I would share this with you. The wayback machine allows us to view things that were. I was Shea, I stand on the stage in this photo between two counselors. I was dressed as an orc for the Halloween party I ran. The night before the IGMs blessed the tower in preparation for the event. Paws Tower... This is a small part of the crowd, at peak we had over 100 people present. Any of my old friends around from Spiels and Rants? Foghorn Leghorn? Grayson? Are you out there?