WARRIORS OF THE HIGH SPIRES Membership There are two classifications of membership in The High Spires: voting and non-voting membership. Non-Voting Membership: Non-voting members are any person who has attended a High Spires battle and has a waiver on file with the secretary. Any person may become a non-voting member of The High Spires. Voting Membership: Any person may become a voting member of The High Spires by meeting theses criteria: A current waiver on file with the secretary Battle dues paid and current Wears basic garb at battles Provides own weapons for battle Attends 3 battles in a calendar year Keeps contact and emergency information current with secretary Voting members have the right to cast their vote in any decision made by the entire chapter. These decisions include annual election of the council, amending the constitution, and any activity requiring the efforts of the entire chapter. Chapter votes will be held on battle dates. A chapter vote will be announced via email two weeks prior to the date of the vote. The annual election of the council will be held during the first battle date in November. Voting members must be present at battle to participate in a vote. Absentee votes or votes by proxy are not allowed.         Gilgrail shook his head and tried to focus his eyes as dusk slowly settled around him. He had spent the remains of the day at the dwarven feast tables, stuffing his face with sweet pies and cuts of spiced meats, until his cheeks felt sore and his stomach groaned. He was certain that the soothsayers on the outskirts of the camp would foretell of a great bursting in his approaching future.       Blind from the burbling in his belly and the swaying ache brought on by the thickness of the dwarven ales, he stumbled into what he believed to be his camp and fell face first into the ground.        Hands began to tug at the young elf, poking and prodding him, until Gilgrail flapped his own hands to ward off his inspectors.         "Be off! Leave me! Just leave me here for a few minutes longer. I just need to rest for a moment."        A deep laugh sounded above the elf and he was suddenly plucked off the ground. The jostling of being carried upset Gilgrail's stomach further and he briefly thought that the moment of his great explosion was upon him. Before he could utter a prayer to keep his insides from being flung to the far reaches of the world, he was dunked into a pool of warm water.         The elf smiled and clapped his hands, as he popped above the surface. Immediately, he set about splashing his face and rubbing his arms, until he finally settled against the edge of the pot and sighed.        "Yes, a bath. That's exactly what I needed. Such a simple and clever solution." Gilgrail waved a hand to the blurred shape that moved next to the tub. "Many thanks to you, kind sir. A soothing bath was just what I needed."         "Yes, a bath," echoed the troll, and he slipped another round of sliced carrots and cabbage into the pot.