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title: 'Playing Around with DAOhaus Lore :)'
tags: [Rangers]

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# Playing Around with DAOhaus Lore :)

You're walking across some grass.  It’s soft and green under your boots.  Your helmet is limiting your view, but you know that you are exactly four paces behind the person in front of you.

The warmth of sunlight, on the dew speckled grass, barely reaches your nose and you take off your helmet to take in the springtime aroma.

Your pace slows down.  Orderly people, in front, behind and besides you, continue walking forward and push you out of the herd.

Walking to the edge of what you now see is a grand meadow, you come to the base of a great oak tree.  While you step over exposed roots, a rope ladder is dropped in front of you.  Your eyes follow up the ladder to a platform, with a few people scurrying about and one waving for you to climb.  She has a bazooka slung over her back.

Once on the platform, you see that it is modular and has obviously extended and modified with the growth of the tree.  The mechanics are something you’ve never seen before.  Your interest is noticed by someone nearby.  He smiles and offers to answer any questions, but motions his elbow towards someone who could use a hand. His hands are full.

The woman that dropped the rope ladder is standing at the end of a very high, very long branch.  She seems to be balancing fine, but you reach to steady the branch for her anyway.

“Thank you!”  She yells back at you, as she takes aim across the meadow.

“What are you doing?”  You ask her, still steadying the branch.

“Building a bridge,” she says.  “I want to get this rope over to that spruce tree.”  She points directly across the meadow.

“I see it,” you say, “but, you’re gonna have to aim higher to reach that far.”

“You think so?”  She lowers the bazooka, which you now see is more like a giant crossbow with a rope attached to an arrow.

“Well, I’m not certain,” you’re starting to feel unsure of your boldness, “but, I’ve been practicing archery for a few years now, and my estimate is that you’ll need a few more degrees upward.”

“Okay, let’s try it.”  She hoists the giant crossbow over her shoulder and takes aim, a few degrees higher.  “Worst thing that could happen is we learn something.”
