Guild Location: Semanri, several blocks south of south Town Square.
Guildleader: Gazzuan - You see guild leader Gazzuan. He is a human of great stature, a rippling mass of muscles. His hair is dark brown, hanging to his shoulders in shining waves. He has bright blue eyes that sparkle with the playfulness of youth when he smiles or flash with the wrath of a thousand warriors when angered.

Well! You seem to be smart one! The Fighters' Guild was formed over many years ago to provide a training and gathering place for those that took up arms to defend themselves, their families and for those to gather who had an interest in combat. Sadly though, even from the beginning it was clear that some were cut not out for the life of a soldier. Some desired to seek out battles in far off lands and to return with treasure and fame. Some angered under command and went in search of work as solitary guards for wealthy nobles and merchants. And some continued on protecting friends and family, stemming the constant tide of beasts that attempt to overrun this world."

Grinning at you, Gazzuan seem to be measuring you up as he continues. His blue eyes twinkling with good humor, but sharp and as a lethal lions.

"The path of the fighter is based on strength, constitution, and dexterity. Strength is needed to swing the weapons of destruction. Without it, a fighter is worthless. Constitution makes fighters better able to withstand the blows they receive during combat, fighting on in the face of adversity. Dexerity, the ability to dodge blows and fight with finesse is necessary as well. Dexterity also aids in the wearing of the armor needed to protect you from your opponent's blows."

Looking you up and down, with a slight grin on his face, Gazzuan stands before you his hands on his hips. "If think you measure up and a fighters life is what you wish, then I'm behind you all the way. Welcome to the Guild!"

Gazzuan points you in the direction of a training area where an instructor leads you through a tremendous amount of routines that leave you so battered and bruised that you pass out..

[Semanri Fighter's Guild, Recreation Room]
In one corner stands a bar stocked with enough ale to supply an army. Barrel after barrel stand stacked floor to ceiling behind Cynda, the fiery-haired serving wench. An iron pole runs up one wall, with a dented bell at the top. Next to a battered sledge-hammer you see a sloppily scrawled sign. In another corner are stacked rounded stones of many sizes. Holes have been drilled through them and a few are attached to iron rods. Ale flows easily as fighters good-naturedly goad each other into tests of strength.
Other life here: none.
You also see: a wooden arch leading to the guild's great room and a sturdy door.
Obvious exits: none.

.. your eyes open and glance around, feeling like you've just been ran over by some merchant's pack animal.