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Post by tzuf23 on May 9, 2015 13:56:54 GMT
I finally found a courier. Yesterday I went around the city looking for a lander courier to deliver my massage. It is probably the most important massage that has been delivered in this city up to now and only three people got it. Hirosame of the Apocrypha guild, Saskia of the Vylbrand Academy guild and Bailin of the Vylbrand Academy. Only these three people know of what is about to happen at this meeting. Although set in a pub it was so important I was actually stressed about their response. The massage says this “I formally invite you to a meeting discussing the future of Londinium as a representative of your guild” “The meeting will take place in a reserved part of the “The Drunken Adventurer”pub on the corner of main street” “It will take place at 9:00 am but your invited to come an hour before that”. This is not my real intention and this massage is vague enough to hide my intentions which are the following. I am about to make the round table. I’ve asked them to come to hear this intention and support me in it. The first rays of sun just started coming into my tiny room when I woke up guessing the time is about 7:00 and that I need to get to the pub quickly before they get there. Still guessing at what they’ll say to my offer. I start heading out of my room going past the food hall and out of the inn’s building going into the sunlight. I see a beautiful spring day in front of me. Enjoying the day I start walking towards the pub. Arriving at it I confirm the order and sit down on the big table they set up. Waiting for the three other people to come here. Tags: Bailin Hirosame SaskiaWC: 318
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Post by Bailin on May 10, 2015 17:43:45 GMT
[nospaces] | HP: | 100% | MP: | 100% | RH: | Golden Hilt (lvl 21) | LH: | / | QS: | : Fall Back Option (lvl 21) | AR: | Flak Jacket (lvl 21) |
| WC: | 820 | TWC: | 820 | Tags | Saber
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It was early in the morning when Bailin arose from his bed, took a quick shower and breakfast, donned his armour and weapons, preparing to set out for a meeting in the city. Judging from the list of recipients it would be a small meeting, Bailin himself, Saskia, whom had been so busy Bailin had not seen her in quite some time and Hiro, whom Bailin had also not seen for quite some time. The sender was an unknown person to Bailin, a certain Tzuf, and the name rang a bell somewhere, yet for some reason Bailin could not picture a face nor associate it with anything. This unknown person wanted to meet with the three of them to discuss certain plans regarding the future of the city and as such would like to meet with them as they were members of some of the guilds. This person wanted to meet them at a pub, which would mean the location would be relatively secure and if need be one should be able to escape with ease, though Bailin had no intention of fleeing the scene of a trap, not without taking care of a lot of… business. Though this felt not like a trap, Bailin could not think back smiling upon that day in the past where he and Saskia had rode out, stumbled upon Dumah and Klide, saved Dumah’s daughter, well adopted daughter, and killed a lot of nasty players. However, if that were to be a similar happening, this person would be in for a bad, very bad surprise. Of the three others invited, Bailin was the weakest when it came to levels, but after surviving for a time in the Miasma Realms he should be able to at least mentally become a sturdy bastion and a general pain in anyone’s butt if they dared cross or annoy him. If this were indeed a trap Bailin would have little use for his riffle in close quarters and as such choose to actively equip his back up weapon and sabre. All geared up Bailin ran a hand through his now large, full beard and short hair, making certain his eye patch was well in place and after checking all one final time he set out to the town. [break][break]
After a walk Bailin finally arrived at the city of Londinium, the streets busy as usual, despite the early hour. Adventurers were setting out for their daily training or scavenging run, Landers came with carts, beasts of burden, backpacks or wheel carts all carrying various items, from food to trade goods, the elderly and those too young to walk themselves. Walking through the streets of Londinium Bailin felt the throng of people gently swelling as more and more people became aware and awake of and on the new day. Cheerful people walked the streets of this new London, whilst Bailin looked more like an evil, savage person and as such stood out quite a bit. Each step he took was a mixture of purpose, intent and hatred, not because of those that were happy, but because of his own failures and shortcomings and there was only one thing to do and fix those shortcomings; try his hardest to keep those he knew and cared about safe, preferably by removing any threats to them… permanently, without remorse, without guilt, without the slightest hint of hesitation. As such his face had become stern, grim and dark, hardly ever smiling, his eyes shining with a dark fire within them, though only his right eye was visible. [break][break]
After marching through the streets for a while Bailin finally arrived at the designated tavern. It looked decent enough. Shrugging Bailin marched into the tavern, finding a large table set up. On a chair sat a boy with black hair, dressed in black clothes. ‘Well, I bloody hope this kid is worth my time. Probably could have done something more useful than listening to some kid voicing idle threats or propose some idiotic and idealistic idea. For the future of your guild and Londinium, pah, we’ve done fine so far, yet let us remain civilised until such I time I am either proven wrong, get in a fight or have my feelings and thoughts proven, for he who judges beforehand and all that... yet deep within me a cord of familiarity has been struck, I know of him but from where and what? Alas if I cannot recall him in any other context he was probably not that important, merely a face in the crowd I suppose.’ Bailin thought as he pulled back a chair, sitting down and placing his boots upon the table, one hand on the hilt of his sabre; ignoring the boy sitting on the other end of the table, patiently waiting for him to break and start talking as well as waiting for the others to arrive, if they even would bother to respond. [break][break]
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Post by Saskia on May 21, 2015 23:08:54 GMT
Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer ____________________________________________________
Smooth curved fingers slipped past the crease of the wrinkled spine of the tome that rested in the cavern of the bookshelf of the silent library. It had barely been made open to the public this early morning, but Saskia found a pleasant solace in being the insatiable bookworm who thirsted for knowledge. The serenity of solitude amplified the calm expression of her facial features as she released the tensions of the day behind a refined novel written by a half-alv scholar. It magnified the studies of the arcane which Saskia became rather enthralled with, even as a polished knight of the sword and shield.
She sought to expand her horizons and conquer the uncharted planes of this realm. She wished to be well versed in all aspects of combat an further her learning as a prospective student to this world. The past few months have left her to enter a far more reclusive state as she would voyage out relentlessly among others to explore undiscovered realms unknown to most players. By having the perk of being a trained cavalier, she had the benefit of traversing the landscape way faster and at a exceedingly less expensive way than most of her peers which allowed her to act as a form of scout who went on long journeys to gather information and report back to her guild and update their bestiaries.
As she flipped through the beige pages of the ebony tome, her pink bangs fluttered over her eyelashes as she sat down in her chair. It had been quite I while since she had been in the Academy. She remembered how so many cadets filled these halls during the weekdays. Old pieces of chalk cluttered the chalkboard and diagrams of militant formations such as the wedge formation and the elemental wheels explaining key elemental weaknesses and strengths of creatures found in the Windsor greatwoods were left from yesterday’s lesson. There were still many adept students who were not privy to the world that lied beyond the city gates.
Saskia began to get lost in the nostalgic memorabilia as she remembered when Bailin and herself first scavenged the money to put this little classroom together. Now, they had finally been able to attain the financial resources to have a professional guild hall of their own and open doors to greater opportunities. She held great aspirations in her heart for the future. She had her eyes set on a base of operations that would give them a very strategic location.
As her mind unraveled from the curtain of nostalgia, she heard a brief tapping on the door.
“Is that you, Bailin? You’re up early? I thought I told you to take the day off, I’ll handle the paperwork this morning...I don’t want you going insane from number crunching all day...” Saskia stated as she sat up and walked towards the door of the classroom to open it.
However, when she opened it, her body tensed as she did recognize the foreign messenger. Blinking curiously with an air of caution she decided to inquire as to why he was here.
“Terribly sorry for the intrusion milady, I am aware that school hours are during the week, however, Master Tzuf had a message for you regarding a...certain matter...” The messenger hastily withdrew a letter addressed to her and handed it over.
Saskia soon loosened up as she was under the impression that it was another prospective client that wanted to hire her guild to accomplish a mission.
“Hmm...so he wants to meet at a tavern..” The silver clad maiden whispered as her cerulean blue eyes went on further to read the letter.
“As a representative of our guild? Is that to mean that their will be other guilds present as well? Hmm..that’s interesting. Might be potential investors? I wonder...” Saskia mentioned as she flipped the letter over on the back to see if there were any more details included in the letter.
“Well, it definitely didn’t give me much to go on...what’s this even about?” Saskia said as she scratched the right side of her temple. “Hmm..well, if other guilds are involved, I suppose it’s worth investigating. I guess tomorrow might be a busy day after all, and here I was thinking I’d finally get to sleep in...” She chuckled.
The following day was time for the initial meeting. She woke up early and brew herself a refreshing cup of coffee before leaving early that morning around 8:30 A.M. As a lady, it took her a lot longer to get ready than most gentleman, so she decided against arriving a whole hour early, but settled to show up at least fifteen minutes prior for the sake of punctuality. She rode in on her war horse, a gallant ivory steed with a platinum blonde mane that resembled a coat of sweet honey. The woman was adorned in the silver of her Valkyria Empress Armor, which was adorned with a blossom of pink phoenix feathers that sprouted alongside her thigh. Her attire was elegant as it was commanding, displaying a rather feminine fervor among it’s viewers.
Icarus let out a soft neigh as he shook his head silently, his chocolate eyes peering out at the passing pedestrians. Saskia’s eyes fluttered up to meet a man with a rather uncanny resemblance.
“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes...” the fair maiden smiled. “It’s been a while...I’ve missed you. It feels great to finally be back from the Moon Dance Forest Expedition...I’ve got a lot of updates for our bestiary. Darko and I found some pretty good leads. ”
She slowly shifted off her horse and descended to the ground.
“So, do you have any idea what any of this is even about? It seems like not just our guild is included. What could be so important that it needed the attention of multiple guilds. Is something going wrong?” Saskia questioned as she entered the bar alongside Bailin.
INVENTORY
EQUIPMENT: Stratford Arms Platemail (Level. 30), Stratford Arms Great Shield (level. 30) , Stratford Arms Long Spear (Level. 30)ABILITIES USED: Words: 1,000 Post Theme Song: Anamoly
TAGS: Hirosame Bailin tzuf23 template by caesar
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Post by Hirosame on May 22, 2015 17:30:12 GMT
Stretching his arms up high, Hiro let out a long yawn, as his feet carried him throughout the streets of London once more. Not really tired of the whole scenery, he did wish that he could go through another place instead of this. But, since he couldn't do that at the moment, he brought his arms back down, finishing his stretch-yawn combo. "Man, haven't been up this early in a long time." He admitted to himself, silently. It was true: The monk as used to waking up anywhere between 11 AM to 2 PM on most days, having to take care of guild-oriented things before going to bed the night before, which usually tired him right out. He had a stable amount of money by himself, and with the new plans he had for Mechanic operations sometime soon, a constant flow of currency wasn't going to be any kind of a problem for him. That being said, though, he was surprised that not many people wanted in on his most recent invention. But, to each their own. Hiro looked lazily around the streets, seeing and observing all the other people around him. People watching. He must really be bored.
The day before, Hiro had no idea that a person would show up to the Palace, where he stayed that week by chance, and give him a letter. Taking the 10 minute walk back to the office he had set aside for all his guild matters. Opening it up, and reading its contents, he found himself chuckling lightly. Somebody had decided to try and put together a Round Table, like the days of old King Arthur. Lowering the paper, he looked over to the window, stood up, and walked over to it. Peering outside, he thought about the other guilds in existence. Aeryn had disappeared, House of Crowns had disbanded, and the only other guild he was aware of was the one that Bailin, Nostra, and Oddy had joined up in: Vylbrand Academy. Never having had much of an experience with that guild, in and of itself, warranted Hiro to believe that this was either some incredibly idealistic person trying to make a new future for themselves, or some new kind of spam mail that had found its way into the game. Either way, though, he decided to go ahead and check it out, just to see if this was a legitimate claim or not. His interest was definitely piqued with the whole scenario.
As he concluded this thought, he found the tavern that they were supposed to meet in. He stopped, looking up to its sign, and confirmed that this was the place where they were supposed to meet up. After doing so, Hiro looked around the establishment, trying to see if there were any people he knew just outside of the 'Ye Olde Bar and Grill.' As he confirmed that there weren't anybody else around to say hello to, he made his way inside. Upon entering, he noticed that there was a table set aside for some big thing, as well as Bailin himself, sat clad in his attire, with his boots up on the table. Hiro laughed a little, and proceeded to make his way over to the table. He then looked at the platinum-blonde-haired female, supposedly next to the Warden, and then noticed the Samurai boy on the other end of the table. Hiro thought that the Samurai had looked a bit familiar, as if they had met that person a long-forgotten time ago, but the face didn't record a name. Maybe it was someone whom he had encountered on the first day that the whole game had started, but he couldn't recall. It had been so long since then. Either way, though, Hiro found himself a seat, giving Bailin a nod and a smile, before correcting himself in a comfortable position. Folding his right leg over the left, shifting his left arm loosely over the back of the chair, and his right arm resting on the table, Hiro waited for things to start up.
[678 Words] Tags: Bailin, Saskia, tzuf23 Notes: Not the best or longest intro post, but here's one anyways. A lot of time has passed since the Day 1 thread, in-character, so please don't be shocked that Hiro wouldn't remember. ^-^;
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Post by tzuf23 on May 23, 2015 12:32:39 GMT
Everyone is here three people are sitting around me. The familiar monk a slim red headed man which I met a long time ago on the first day here although he seems not to remember me. The unknown guardian a small but impressive looking female with pink hair. The last is the rough looking warden I knew him well but i’m not sure I know him anymore he seems much harder and rougher since the last time I saw him and that makes me think something terrible has happened to him. Well they all came so it’s time to start they may think im trying to make some ideal world for me or that I want power for myself and although that’s not true if I don’t speak and act properly they may continue to think that and that may disrupt my plans and cause them to drop their interest in the round table so im going to have to be careful about what I say and do. Firstly im going to have to explain my idea “So as you know I have called you here to talk about the future of the city more specifically about the idea of a round table a council in which guild leaders will participate among any other people that will be chosen once it is created. The purpose of this round table would be to organize the main powers of the city and make this a peaceful city we would also help in research and crafting to create and distribute new merchandise this would make the economy blow up and would generate good relationships with the landers it would also help us in funding any expeditions and any wars we may get into for any reason that the round table would deem appropriate. That is about all I wanted to say if you have anything to ask or add please do.” I relax again sliding back with my chair and sitting comfortably. This table is round I think to myself smiling. Tags: Bailin Saskia HirosameWC:338
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Post by Bailin on May 27, 2015 10:02:59 GMT
[nospaces] | HP: | 100% | MP: | 100% | RH: | Saurum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) | LH: | Sarum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) | QS: | Golden Hilt (lvl 21) | AR: | Flak Jacket (lvl 21) |
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When Bailin heard a familiar voice a sudden glint of joy came to his eye, it was dim and all but a select few would be able to make out the difference but the glint was there. Looking up with his usual stern and grim face Bailin shook his head slightly from side to side, adding a simple “No.” as to make it clear he had not the slightest clue what this person wanted of them as well as stop any further questions regarding this something that was supposed to be possibly be and being wrong. It had been a while since the Warden had seen his girlfriend and in that time certain… things had happened that had changed his look upon this world, but that would be a story for a different time, a different place, far away from all the prying eyes and ears of the world. Once the two of them had taken their seats they were shortly after joined by another person Bailin knew. They had done some adventures and training together, back then, before. For some reason the human monk found something funny as he laughed a bit at the unknown thing, making Bailin curious as to what was funny, but not enough as to break the silence. As the monk sat down he gave Bailin a nod and a smile, which the Warden returned the favour with a short and curt nod, as the monk made himself more comfortable in his chair. [break][break] It was then that their host began to speak, apparently the gathering had met its required numbers or all the guests had arrived. The boy talked about his desire to discuss the future of the city of Londinium, on both the economic and social aspects of this idealistic fairy tale. The boy also expressed his desire to have this round table farce fund certain expeditions and possibly wars. The idea itself was not bad… however it would be unrealistic and very likely unobtainable. Silently and making very certain nobody would be able to notice Bailin sent out a message to Saber, the leader of the recently disbanded House of Crowns guild, sending him the location and a short briefing of what had been explained as well as whom were present at the meeting. His guild might have disbanded, however Saber would possess certain bits of information that might be useful to the other guilds, the boy on the other hand appeared to be a lone player with some hint of megalomania; seemingly attempting to force his ideas on the guilds. The idea made Bailin chuckle a minute bit as he kept his face as stern as it had been. [break][break] Staring the boy in his eyes with his one eye Bailin started to talk, his tone serious and cold; “And whom might you be that we should even bother to consider your idea? It is flawed and not even finished. You mentioned that this would be about the future of the city, to improve relations with the Landers, improve the economy, fund expeditions and wage wars. Pray tell us, oh wise one, whom is going to pay for all this? You? I for one shall not require our people to spend a grain of sand on your idea.” The Warden spoke blunt and cold, pointing two fingers to the half alv samurai boy. [break][break] “Hiro, do you by any chance intend to start a conflict within the city between Vylbrand and your guild? As far as I am aware we do not plan to. Building relations with the Landers would be something up to each guild and adventurer. Blowing up the economy is a bad thing, unless you are unaware of the hyperinflation created by the Weimar Republic during the years after the War.” Bailin continued, a cold and crude lecture following his inquisition. [break][break]
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Post by Saskia on May 27, 2015 12:44:35 GMT
Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer ____________________________________________________
An ominous air seemed to rage and swirl within her mate as she noticed that he seemed a bit more unhinged than usual. It was almost common for him to make some charming compliment or offer a small joke to make her laugh with a flirtatious greeting. However, this time it seemed that he was oddly tense, which was unusual, especially seeing as there wasn’t any direct threat around, an even then he knew how to break the ice and sooth the atmosphere with a radiant grin. What on earth could make him so easy within the comfort and security of the Londiminium walls?
It was an eerie notion that didn’t bode well in Saskia’s heart. As a woman, she felt an emotional binding to the man and cared deeply for his spiritual well being. Perhaps he had grown weary from all the expectations and requirements that the pressures of leadership had put upon him, perhaps it wasn’t even related to guild matters, but maybe something more. Maybe he had grown tired of this world and was beginning to miss his family, much like herself. She couldn’t even begin to remember certain moments she shared with her family, it seemed as if small threads of her past had been unwoven, as if there were certain pieces missing from the complete puzzle. These gray areas made her uneasy as she drew slight blanks to portions of her past.
Perhaps the rumors were true, and as a stalwart Guardian, she was often the first line of defense and thus put into riskier or more grave situations. As a tank, she felt responsible for the lives of her companions. Most wipes that would occur in a party would arise from the failure of a tank’s ability to sustain damage and manipulate aggro. She knew she couldn’t allow herself to become a shattered shield, not when guarding the very essence of the fabrics of people’s past became a part of her role. She took her job as a Guardian a lot more seriously than a mere gamer would. Though the responsibility was spiritually taxing when there were times when she failed.
Her eyes glowed a compassionate and supportive hue and she smiled affectionately at Bailin. He was oddly short with his words, but she didn’t want to put him on the spot and decided that she would attempt to uplift his spirits at a later time when it was more appropriate. Perhaps her warm soothing touch would mend the rift of his cold and distant persona.
However, =at the present moment they were still occupied with analyzing the current situation with the random individual who requested their presence and the other guilds that would be present. Much to Saskia’s surprise it seemed as if there were only a select few guilds that even happened to attend. In fact, there was only one other guild leader present, one whom she vaguely remembered being present at the Snowdonia Winter Ball, only because Bailin mentioned him briefly. They never once really interacted before this, but Saskia was able to discern that whatever relationship the man had with Bailin, it was a positive one as they indulged in a courteous greeting with each other. The attentiveness they gave each other seemed to be one of a very respectful demeanor, so Saskia flashed an elegant and friendly smile across the table at the man as she sat next to Bailin.
As she heard the ebony haired man speak, she took a calculative and analytical stance as she examined the players stats, as well as identified the recognizable stats of the other player. She was aware that we was a veteran guild leader and had been around far longer than herself. It was quite possible that he had raised more skills than she and had a wealth of knowledge on different subjects of the land and might have even traversed parts of the landscape she had not. She began to wonder if any type o mutual benefit would be played out from this meeting. Her attentiveness to recent events made her aware that they both seemed to have lost valuable allies in the recent times. Though some of the members of House of Crowns seemed to migrated within the ranks of the Vylbrand Academy, it would take time for them to assimilate and synergize with the metrics of the militant academy spectrum.
An even more perplexing conundrum was the mystery behind the disbanding of the rather popular guild Aeryn which housed some of the strongest players in the game. Saskia looked up to them and had hopes of getting to go on adventures with those known to be in the big leagues. Perhaps in time members of the guild would return and unite once more or forge new guilds under a different banner. For now however, it seemed the only one trying to pull the strings together was a rather low leveled stranger who didn’t seem like he had much to bring to the table unlike the brown haired male who led a guild that Bailin mentioned being formerly a member of himself when he and Saskia first met.
She decided to at least hear him out before throwing in he input, it seemed however that Bailin had a very opinionated, yet justified response.
It seemed very harsh, yet amplified the very realistic aspects of such an ordeal. There wasn’t any time for having her head in the clouds and entertaining such things purely based on the whims of another, no matter how idealistic. She did however respect and admire the individual for his ambitions, though she still couldn’t help but think he still had a lot of room to grow. Especially for one with such...intangible resources.
“Excuse me, Mr....” Her eyes rose up to the level acknowledging his name. “Tzuf...?” She blinked for a moment curious as to the accurate pronunciation. “ I personally admire your ambitions and desire to unite and form a certain degree of solidarity between the guilds and public relations within the city, however, I will always stand united with Bailin in our stance as a whole. Now he has mentioned very reasonable concerns that might possibly present a conflict of interest into these matters. I personally believe that inch by inch every thing is a cinch, personally I know that Vylbrand ha a lot of room to grow. We haven’t been around as long as our peers here from Hiro’s guild. We just compounded the resources to be able to fund a few individual projects of our own, such as expanding our guild hall and owning the right venues to help us produce more innovative technology that can help us improve our quality of life. We haven’t even really begun to scratch the surface yet, not like how I aspire to. As far a expeditions go, I like the idea, up until now, we’ve only gone on a few expeditions with a few scholars within our academy to gather information and update our bestiaries on the enemies in the uncharted realms of this world. As far as public relations go, I know we have already begun to open the doors to effective commerce and offering militant services for coin to those wishing to hire us. As far as anyone being able to accomplish anything that requires financial resources, the only major players I know of that have any money is pretty much, myself, Bailin, the former leader of House of Crowns and perhaps Hiro here and I’m sure he has investments of his own he has been attending to. This really isn’t a matter to be taken lightly, nor one that could be pulled out of then air. So if something like this were ever to be organized, it would definitely take time to develop and even build rapport among each other. In the aspect of waging war, that seems like a matter I wouldn’t indulge if the idea was to provoke situations that would cause major battles, but however, I am aware that every nation must have the appropriate line of defenses, which is why Bailin and I are investing in renovations to a more defendable location that might possess certain useful things in the event of a crisis such as a hospital to house refugees, if ever there were a situation that would endanger the lives of the Landers.”
She paused for a moment looking across the room. “There’s definitely a lot to think about here. What are your thoughts Hiro?”
INVENTORY
EQUIPMENT: Stratford Arms Platemail (Level. 30), Stratford Arms Great Shield (level. 30) , Stratford Arms Long Spear (Level. 30)ABILITIES USED: Words: 1,419 Post Theme Song: The Red Truth
TAGS: Hirosame Bailin tzuf23 template by caesar
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Post by Hirosame on May 27, 2015 20:55:39 GMT
Having only barely caught the smile from the female nearby, whom Hiro could only guess was the leader of Vylbrand Academy, he returned the kind gesture with a nod as well. He would have given a bigger and better greeting, but it seemed that their young-hearted host had begun to speak. Hiro listened to the young man as he gave out his ideas and what he would like to see happen, as well as the goal he had set in mind. Truthfully, Hiro wanted to believe in everything that the boy was talking about. Unity, protection, economic stability, and better relations with the Landers all sounded like pretty much everything that every adventurer who was of suitable mind wanted in order to exist here in this place. But, of course, there was this heavy tinge of narrow-minded naivety with what he was saying. The very idea of coming up with the Arthurian legend of the Round Table wasn't a bad one in all, especially since he had heard rumors of one being set up in the Japanese server, but erecting such a thing in this server, where there were only a handful of high-leveled players, certainly wasn't going to be the case.
After the boy had finished his introduction argument, Bailin had immediately piped up and replied, causing Hiro to throw a surprised look at the Warden, a smile still gracing his face. "Damn, teach, calm down." Hiro muttered to himself, silent enough that nobody else would hear him. While an aggressive first retort, Bailin had a lot of validity to what he was saying. Granted, he was sure that everybody else in the room considered what the boy was saying to be a fantasy-scenario, so he couldn't fault Bailin for shooting it down almost immediately. When Bailin had asked Hiro his question, pertaining to the possibility of a war between their guilds, Hiro only shook his head. Such prospects were definitely a bad idea, especially for those who would be caught between the crossfire. After Bailin had spoke, it seemed that his female counterpart, Saskia, offered more of a calm and rationale approach, to better counter Bailin's response. Her words were fairly well thought out and spoken, so Hiro had every right to believe that she was the guild leader of Vylbrand. After a short amount of time, she asked Hiro for his input on the whole project, to which he shifted forward in the seat.
Looking over at the Samurai, Hiro began. "Look, I know what you're trying to do. Your ideas are right and just, but the method by which they are executed are far too convoluted. Definitely such a thing would be able to happen, given other circumstances, and things could possibly end up working out well. But, as it stands, the four of us here aren't going to change anything, even if we have the backings of our own guilds. Not to mention, you sent out for us, requesting that we appear for this summit of sorts, without even any credibility to your own words. I know you probably don't want anything like power or whatever else you mentioned before, but since none of us know who you are, we can't help but feel that there might be some kind of a veil over your true intentions. Again, I'm not doubting you, but we have to be rational. Before we even consider a Round Table of sorts," Hiro paused to look over at Bailin and Saskia, "or even offer why we believe that this idea isn't a solid one yet," turning back to the Samurai, "we need to understand you." Hiro placed his hands on the table, folded. "For all we know, if we give you money, soldiers, or whatever else, how are we supposed to know that you won't be the instigator of whatever war might appear?" Hiro fell silent, the smile having faded from his face. "After all." He tilted his head down a bit, lowering his tone in a more menacing fashion, while glaring at the Samurai. "One of us may have to kill you here, if you prove to be an enemy."
[691 Words] Tags: tzuf23, Saskia, Bailin
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Half-Alv
Samurai
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Blacksmith
Pathfinder
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Looking for Guild
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Post by tzuf23 on May 29, 2015 15:45:21 GMT
“Your right you have no reason to believe me and you have no reason to believe this government will succeed but if it does although stupid and idealistic it may bring us all peace and prosperity and will put us one step closer to living her properly. now I understand you don’t trust me and again you have no reason to but I will tell you this to give you example of the type of responsibility you’ll have and the power you’ll have as a council member. if you wish once the round table is made and as you three are the majority you will be able to make a vote on my membership in the round table and you may kick me out for how ever long you wish and how ever you wish. I am here only to gather you three and suggest you this idea so we may all have quieter time. that is all I have to say if you believe or not is your choice I just hope you all make your decisions and feel they are right with all your heart” This is it my final chance of making it work I really don’t care if they kick me off I just want this to succeed. Tags: Bailin Saskia HirosameWC:212
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Post by Saber on May 29, 2015 16:32:35 GMT
Do You Believe in Ghosts?
A heavy huff escaped Saber’s lips as his left hand came down with a snap, his blade burrowing into the thick neck of a boar. His blade severed muscle, skin, and split bone but it did not pass all the way through. The power behind his blow was not strong enough, as intended. The boar squealed weakly and quivered beneath the blade before falling down onto its stomach. Saber huffed again and pulled his blade free from the wound, leaving the boar on its back. As it lay there, motionless, the Assassin turned his eyes to the Lander he had been escorting. The man stood off to the side, clutching some rope tightly as he stared in shock. This wasn’t what he had signed up for, but it was what he had asked for. The quest was simple; capture a boar for the Lander to bring back home for his family.
“Well?” Saber called out, attempting to get the man’s attention. The Lander stiffened up a little for a moment causing the Assassin to sigh. He had restrained himself from killing the boar but it seemed like doing any damage to the thing was a mistake. This NPC was a pansy. He jumped from a freaking butterfly that suddenly appeared beside him a few minutes before they found the boar and he cowered behind Saber the entire trip. The fact that he had asked for help with catching a boar wasn’t much of a surprise anymore.
“Ey. If you aren’t going to do the rope thing, he’s going to recover and I’m going to let him run away. If that happens, you can catch him yourself.” Time was off the essence for Saber, like it always was. He had things to do and wasting time on a scared Lander was not one of those things. There were plenty of quests around to make up for this one, and they probably provided a much bigger payout than what this man would offer. Saber only took up the request because of the timing; the Assassin was bored. Whether Saber was in the wrong place at the wrong time, or the Lander was in the right place at the right time, he would never know.
Thankfully, the Lander came to terms with the situation and jogged over with his rope. He swiftly tied up the boar’s feet and then his snout. He bound it tight, but not tight enough. Before the man ended up hurting himself and anyone else they could end up being around, Saber fixed the ties and tightened the knots. The boar let out a squeal and wiggled helplessly for a moment. Its whines for help were answered with a light tap to its side by Saber’s boot. He didn’t kick it, but he pretty much told the animal to shut up. Then, the Assassin pointed at the cart the Lander had brought to carry their catch back to town. Londinium wasn’t far and they could have carried it themselves, but the cart made things easy.
“Come on man. If I have to do the work then your fee is going to skyrocket. Hurry up, please.” His voice was stern and showed his displeasure with the job he currently had. Though, the Lander wasn’t a complete idiot and at least understood English. At his order, the NPC hurried over to the cart to fetch it.
As the man was moving, Saber received a notification. With a brief glance at the little flashing icon in his view, he learned that he was being disturbed. A light sigh escaped his lips. Saber really didn’t want to be bothered today. He wanted to simply do his quests, relax and have some tea, and maybe meet up with Kitty if she was in or near the city. That plan for the day didn’t seem to be going anywhere fast, leaving the Assassin pretty much shit out of luck when it came to relaxation. At his current pace, he would be questing until almost dusk. Well, at least there was always tomorrow. So, with that in mind and much regret, Saber raised his hand and tapped at the air in front of him. His menu appeared and then his inbox. He wiggled his nose at the message after seeing who it was from, and the lack of a subject. He still opened it though; he had seen stranger.
“Oh…? Interesting.” The message was short, simple, and had a location within it. It was from Bailin, when made it even more interesting. To get such a simple thing from that man told Saber one of two things; it was serious, or it was Guild related and Saber’s presence was required. Either way, the man felt inclined to help. Taking the coordinates, he opened up his map and navigated to Londinium. From there, he honed in on the location. Not to his surprise, it was a small building but it was one he had not been to before. Why was Bailin there, of all places?
“Something the matter?” The Lander asked, piping up from Saber’s left. The Assassin shook his head and waved off his menu. Well, at least his day would have something interesting in it.
“Nothing of your concern. Let’s load up the boar and get you back to town.” Saber said as he stepped over to the boar. The Assassin gripped the animal’s wiggling legs firmly and bent his knees. Once he had a good base, he pushed his heels into the floor and lifted. The boar let out a squeal and began to squirm violently, shaking and kicking against the feeling of flight. Saber grunted and heaved the creature into the cart, dropping it on its side in the center of the wooden transport vehicle. The Lander quickly strapped it down with some twine and then raised his thumb when he was done.
“Good to go.” He said with a happy smile. Yes, smile you worthless twit. Without Saber, you would starve. Well, at least the job was done.
Once the two were back in Londinum, the Lander paid the small fee to Saber. The Assassin split it in half and returned it to the man, as he needed it more. Then, Saber departed. The Lander waved a bit but went on his own way, heading home to his family. As for Saber, he headed to the coordinates of Bailin’s message. They weren’t too far off but just far enough to be annoying. On the way, Saber stopped at a few food stalls and snag some nourishment; simple things like fruits and vegetables that he could make into simple dishes that the game wouldn’t cry over. Then he stopped into the bakery. He bought some bread and desserts to snack on during his late nights, tipping the woman well due to her previous help with one of his quests. She gave him a smile and a free bag of hard candies before he left.
Saber pulled down his mask and popped one of the candy balls into his mouth before depositing the item into his inventory. The location of the coordinates was pretty much right around the corner so as he approached, he prepared himself for the worst. He expected fire and flames to be coming out of the building but all he got was a sign that said “pub”. Said pub looked more like a dive than anything else, so Saber prepared for the worst. Again, he half expected to see flames as he walked up to the door. Thankfully, he didn’t. He opened the door quietly, stepped inside, and immediately sighted the group… Oh shit it was a meeting.
“I swear to Zeus…” Saber’s emotions plummeted from compliance to annoyance as he realized what he had stepped into, but it was too late to go back now. Sure, he could have just turned around and walked out after casting a hiding spell, but he doubted he would get away so easily. Due to the position of the table, one or two of the people sitting down probably could have seen him walk in. Immediately, Saber glanced at Bailin; it was a damn trap. Bastard.
And so, Saber closed the door behind him and casually made his way over to the bar. Standing behind it, the bartender was cleaning a glass and maintaining his station. Saber didn’t drink beer or any kind of alcohol, but that didn’t make the trip worthless. The Assassin simply asked for a glass of water and placed some coins onto the counter. At this point, the lower leveled Adventurer at the table began to speak. The bartender retrieved a glass, filled it a third of the way with ice, and then topped it off with water. Saber nodded to the man and then made his way quietly over to the table.
Without a word, Saber approached the table and placed down his glass just as the other man finished his words. He sent his twin swords into the abyss and then sat down at the table, putting himself at the middle of the two groups and across from Hiro. He left some chairs between himself and the others, giving himself plenty of space to relax in… and plenty of space to breathe. Yet, even as he sat down, he didn’t say a word at first. He leaned back in his chair and made himself comfortable, taking a few moments to collect his senses and his situational awareness.
“All we need now is tea and we can call this a party.” Saber smirked beneath his scarf and then glanced to his right towards the lower level player of the group. He seemed to be all alone, and Saber wondered why.
“Don’t mind me… Just continue with your chat.” With that the Assassin placed his hands in his lap and waited for the others to respond. Something about a government? Really? They were holding a meeting for this…?
Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M Modified by KittyGrey
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Inactive Player
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Mechanic
Accountant
Guild:
Vylbrand Academy
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Post by Bailin on Jun 3, 2015 12:41:08 GMT
[nospaces] | HP: | 100% | MP: | 100% | RH: | Saurum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) | LH: | Sarum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) | QS: | Golden Hilt (lvl 21) | AR: | Flak Jacket (lvl 21) |
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Silently the Warden sat, feet upon the table, hands crossed around his chest, eye fluttering from each of the participants of the meeting as they all responded to the boy’s speech and his reaction to it. Somewhere along the line came about Saber, the leader of the recently disbanded guild, who joked about getting some tea; something that did not even sound that bad of an idea to Bailin, it was most definably an improvement compared to the badly put together notion of an Arthurian legend inspired plan to establish a Round Table. Bailin was happy to see the elven assassin arrive, perhaps with his arrival the sanity of the vague notion could be resolved, one way or… another… “Bartender, a kettle of tea and cups for us, if you please” Bailin shouted out, without shifting his eye from the others who sat around the table, to the bartender who was cleaning the next of his mugs, glasswork, plates and cutlery. [break][break] Both Hiro and Saskia had been rather… kind… at the samurai, something that Bailin would also have been in the past even though he would have felt the same doubts as he did now. The boy had failed to respond to his subtle-as-a-brick-wall-being-slammed-in-your-face-remark, which made it all the more obvious to the Warden that this boy had some nerve, but not much of a functioning brain. [break][break] “This is becoming a rather daft dance. There are ample options for expeditions and what you wish to do is take away those options by sending out set groups, taking away the possibility of those expeditions for individuals. Which in short would mean: you are suggesting that WE, in the long run, force people to join YOUR half-assed excuse for a plan. That would boil down to forced labour or slavery and I will not stand for that.” Bailin spoke after hearing everyone out. “I will admit that I have seen things on those expeditions which would make YOU piss your pants where you stand. On that notion I would like to discuss certain topics with the three of you once we are done here.” Bailin said, pointing to Hiro, Saskia and Saber. [break][break] “Whilst on the subject, why not skip all the fancy talk and kill him where he stands and be done with it?” Bailin responded at Hiro’s notion of the possibility of Tzuf being killed if it turned out the samurai was an enemy. “As you’ve both pointed out, we know little about the kid, his intentions and goals. All we have are his words and those are vague at best. He has none to back him or his claim, nor did he do a thing to earn our trust, yet he wishes to establish an idealistic squabbling party, probably hoping to become an honorary member so he can keep his fingers on the cake. There is also the issue that he has not responded to my… subtle remarks. He ignored them; as if he is hiding something, yet speaks honeyed words on how he does not desire the power and that we are free to kick him to the curb. I deem it wiser to discuss the idea of collaboration between the guilds elsewhere and on another time, enough time to give us the opportunity to formulate a proper plan.” Bailin spoke coldly, harshly and very, very serious. [break][break] Taking a deep breath he relaxed for a bit. “However, as you seem to be interested in the idea, I will play along for now.” His tone was friendly for his doing, which would probably sound to others as if he was distant to them rather than cold and blunt. [break][break] “As I’ve stated before: Who will pay for all this? Who will handle the money, the troops, and the supplies? Why is there no Lander representative here? How would the political structure be organised? Who is deemed fit to be part of it? What would you have your table do when things take a turn for the worst?” Bailin spoke coldy once more. He respected Saskia, Hiro and Saber but not the kid; as the kid had failed to respond once and seemed to lack a certain calibre of character. [break][break] Kinder he shifted his eye to Saber as the tea was being poured in several cups on the counter, almost ready to be served to them. “Thank you for joining us. I fear however that, depending on the answer, I might have asked you to join something that is a waste of our time.” The Warden spoke, giving a polite nod to Saber before turning his attention back to Tzuf. [break][break]
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