Human
Inactive Player
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Tailor
Accountant
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Post by Aelin Galbraith on Oct 31, 2015 15:29:49 GMT
Tags: Charuen, @serenityspace, kittygrey, Khaleesi, Lavinia, Laelia, Pioneer1 {Spoiler}Members of the Healer's Guild, Ephemeral Solace,
I am not well known among your kind, nor do I hold any say in the matters of adventurers, but I have heard that you are the guild to seek when in dire need of help.
My name is Aelin Galbraith, a person of the Land. I require an ancient healing tonic, found by the ancestors and made by nature. I am far too weak to be able to obtain the required materials for this tonic, so I ask that you proud, strong adventurers go on a quest, to find what it is that I seek. If you will accept this quest, than I will reward you handsomely. I can not yet meet with you as I must continue to look after the reason that I am so desperately in need of the healing tonic. You see, my poor grandfather has grown ill, as age will do, but I have no one else to look after me, no one else to turn to. I fear that he will die soon! With the tonic he will be able to live longer, which will give me the time I need to become independent and able to live and survive on my own. I know this request may sound strange to you, but I promise you that it is a good deed that you would be doing, for me and for my grandfather!
The materials I will need collected are as follows;
-The blood of a Pitted Boar [LV 6- 10] found in the Windsor Greatwoods.
-Spores from an Invasive Fungal Spore [LV 6- 10] found in the Poison Swamp.
-The tail of an Ember Newt [LV 6- 10] found in the Northern Marshland of Thames
-Scales from a Sea Sahaugin [LV 10-20] found in the Graveyard of Ships.
-A beast known as Black Essence [LV 20- 30] found in the Dimensional Theater.
I graciously and gratefully will await your decision, whether you accept or decline, though I do so hope you accept. I will leave my contact information so that your leader may contact me once the materials have been collected and I shall meet you then.
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Human
Inactive Player
Gold:
Pharmacist
Scholar
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Post by Lavinia on Oct 31, 2015 21:06:34 GMT
[attr="class","pictureA"] LaviniaLevel 43: Enchanter Level 34: Pharmacist Level 11: Scholar Note: ... On a mission we will go, hi ho hi oh off to the mission we go! Lavinia's newly established guild had been asked for assistance on a matter right up their ally, aiding an elderly lander and his grand daughter. Lavinia didn't know the specifics of the request, all she knew was that anyone available was to meet up at a location outside of Londinium. The message from Charuen said to meet up near a very large rock, you couldn't miss it and she didn't. It wasn't hard for Lavinia to find this giant rock, that suddenly and oddly reminded her of her Nee-san's own boulders. The thought made the Enchantress smile with amusement, she would have to bring it up later.
Lavinia was never one to be late, in fact, she always tried to be early. By arriving early she had hoped she could get a chance to talk with the members of her new guild. She knew some of them like Charuen and Kitty, but the others not at all or at least she recognized the names of some.
"A guild made for support characters, this will be interesting."
Lavinia figured this type of request would be a nice testing groups for the concept of a support based guild. She hasn't heard anyone else try such a thing before, it worried her slightly. But she knew, if anyone could pull this off, they could. I mean come on, they have Nee-san's boulders as a last resort weapon. They should be fine...
Arriving at the location and looking around, Lavinia doesn't see anymore. A bunch of low level critters and such, but not a adventure or lander in sight. Being early, Lavinia looks around again for a nice place to sit, not finding anything satisfactory she sits down right in front of the replica of Nee-san's boulders.
"Can't miss me if I'm sitting here" she thought
To pass the time while she waited Lavinia takes out her notebook and qiull and flips through the pages. Lavinia has been working on ideas for a new potion she wanted to try and make but she has been having trouble finding the right ingredients to make it what she wants. Finding the page, Lavinia starts jotting down things and muttering to herself as she waits.
"If I try this, no it'll taste foul... or maybe one or two plus this... No that would add undesired effects to the brew itself."
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All Terrain Explorer Girl
Dwarf
Inactive Player
Gold:
Scribe
Tracker
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Post by Pioneer1 on Nov 1, 2015 0:35:22 GMT
Since joining her new and very first guild (an amusing story for perhaps another time), Pioneer1 had reigned in her excursions somewhat to the more local sphere. It had appeared that she might be needed for an exploratory mission and as such remained close so as to be on constant call. Her due diligence had not failed her. Over the past three days she had primarily passed her time in ill fated attempts to sketch wild life for her various entries on local fauna. Having kept an eye on the sun, Pio proceeded to the meeting spot on the exact minute of suggested arrival.
Pioneer1 was not at all sure how long her compatriot had been sitting on her own, but hearing something in regards to flavor her ears perked up as she glided over to peer over her new buddy's shoulder. Pio never bothered to turn off 'silent move', a bad habit, and she made little noise on her approach.
"Is it sweets?"
Casting her silhouetted witch garb shadow over the the sitting academic, Pio tilted her head first to the left and then to the right in an attempt to see over the girl's shoulder. She continued to stare with a blank expression before seemingly growing distracted. Moving to sit about three feet away from Lavinia, Pio summoned her carbuncle. She held it up out and in front of her by the shoulders as if to inspect its fluffiness. Seemingly nodding to herself satisfied, she placed the thing in her lap and began to pet the entire length of its body with her right hand. Including the tail. Especially the tail. The carbuncle seemed to purr. Turning her head over her left shoulder she once more addressed Lavinia.
"Sweets, yes?"
There was a glimmer in the small dwarf's eye.
NOTES- First post with this character, quite the little weirdo.
TAGS- Lavinia
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Fox Tail
Inactive Player
Gold:
Chef
Housekeeper
Guild:
Ephemeral Solace
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Post by kittygrey on Nov 2, 2015 19:41:52 GMT
Ame yawned as she rolled over in her bed. She had been sleeping so soundly that it hadn't occurred to her what time it was, or that she really shouldn't have been sleeping. She normally woke up with the sun, but today she just couldn't find her way out of bed. She knew full well that today was an important day. She had recently just joined a guild and their very first mission was to begin, yet still, her eyes remained closed and as she tugged her blankets close to her. It wasn't until her small Kitsune hopped up on the bed and began nuzzling her nose to her master's. Being persistent was one of the foxes many traits and she knew as well as Ame did that it was time for her to get up. As Mamori continued to nuzzle her nose against Ame's face, the foxtails ears began to twitch, and with a jerk of her legs, the soft nuzzles turned into tickles and she began to giggle. "Alright, alright! I'll get up!" The kitsune scolded her master until she was dressed and Ame quickly ran out the door with a kiss on the forehead to her two cute animals.
"Geez, that little fox." She let out a yawn and stretched her arms as she made her way through town. She glanced to each of the vendors, skimming her eyes over the products they were selling. Suddenly, she had an urge to cook. She shook her head and balled her hand into a fist, pumping it into her chest lightly. "No! I have work to do!" For the last bit of the stretch, Ame avoided making eye contact with any of the vendors, or their products. She bustled on past and out the front gates of Londinium. She glanced around the area quickly before she moved a bit further. She was looking for a giant boulder, one that couldn't be missed. Her new guild leader, Charuen, had told her just that, but so far, she was missing it. A few feet further and the foxtails tail began to move swiftly from side to side, especially once the boulder actually came into view and she saw the little red headed Enchanter. Suddenly her feet picked up and she was dashing towards the rock. As she ran, her feet bringing her closer and closer, she stopped and picked the sitting girl right up off of the ground and hugged her tightly into her massive chest. "Little sister!" Her voice was a cry as she giggled and then set Lavinia back on her feet.
Ame turned her head then, to the sweet little dwarf witch that sat literally three feet away from the two. She smiled at the girl and knelt down in front of her. "Hi Pio! Wow! Is this your Carbuncle? It's so cute!" She let out a small squeal and reached her hand out, but stop dead in her tracks. She wondered what the carbuncle was like. She knew from her experience of her own animals that it wasn't usually the best route to just go in for the pat. If it were Spoticus, he would be trying to dig his little bunny teeth right into the hand of who ever, more so with men, tried to pet him. Then again, it could be more like Mamori, the gentle, most of the time anyways, soul. She would let nearly anyone pet her, and if she truly didn't want them too, she would speak up, but never bite. She looked up at Pio and tilted her head. "Can I pat him?" She wasn't entirely sure if the carbuncle was a girl or a boy, but she had a fifty percent chance of being correct, so she went for it. As she waited for her answer, she looked around. "I guess the others will be here soon. And here I thought I was late!" She beamed at the surprise of her not being late, especially because she had slept for so long. She was normally the one to be on time, only being beaten by the very punctual Lavinia. Then again, they weren't given a hugely specific time anyways, so none of them were technically late, though she did hope they showed up soon. She was itching to begin their first quest together!  Coded By Saber of L33T T3@M
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2015 8:55:24 GMT
Dorian. The Shaman's form stirred slightly, groaning from the disturbance inside his own mind. Dorian... Another irritating jab at his subconscious, eliciting a grunt of response as he was being prodded out of his tender slumber. Dorian! Jolting with a gasp, he sat up straight, blinking slowly as the light of day blinded him for a brief moment. "What...? What's happening?" Dazed and groggy from being so rudely awoken, he lifted his hands up, rubbing at the specks of dust in his eyes as he attempted to gather a sense of what was going on. "Ugh," he huffed, slowly taking in his surroundings as his forest green orbs adjusted to the light. He had found himself a shady spot beneath a tall oak within the outskirts of Londinium, a suitable spot to take a nap while he waited for... something. His mind was still in sleep mode, so he was having a hard time grasping what it was he had come out here for. "Thanks for the wake up call, Skrowe," he grumpily reprimanded, seemingly talking to himself; in fact, he was referring to the Shikigami that lay dormant in his own mind, the voice in his head that insisted on waking him up early. Not my fault you overslept. Rolling his eyes, Dorian shifted himself forward, tilting to one side and pushing off of the grassy ground between the roots of the tree, heaving himself up onto his own two feet. Dusting his palms against one another to remove the dirt and grass he had collected, he scanned the horizon, squinting closely before pulling back and releasing a sighed yawn of release. "Ah... Good morning, I suppose." With his hands clean of grime, he proceeded down to his body, brushing over the creases and dragging out the cloth fabric of his armour to smooth it out. Whatever he was doing today, he would look presentable. I think you may be forgetting something, big guy. Skrowe seemingly prodded the Shaman's brain once more, as he brushed a single hand through his messy mop of hair, lingering down behind his ear to check if the braids had undone during his sleep. He tended to toss and turn, but luckily his little knots had survived. Picking up his sword belt from the ground, he tied it onto his waist, patting the leather sheath that held his finely crafted longsword. "Mind giving me a hint?" Dorian rubbed at the back of his neck, turning to look up at the tall tree he had slept under, as if it's many branches would perhaps jog his memory. You're in a guild now, remember? His eyes went wide as it hit him, the memories flooding back in, a nervous look on his face as he quickly turned up to look at the sun's position in the sky. "I really need to work on my sleeping pattern." He quickly looked around, getting his bearings as he guessed at where he was located. The guild in question was newly minted, a gathering of like-minded individuals focused on support of the people of this new world. He had only briefly met the other members - when they had first set the guild up - so today's quest that the guild master had acquired was to be an introductory session, of a kind. A mix of emotions was welling up inside of the Shaman, combinations of nervousness and excitement. From what he now remembered, the group had been told to meet at a large and distinct boulder out in the fringe of the Londinium outskirts, where they would discuss the game plan and make their initial greetings. He had noted down the location of the rendezvous, thankfully, and it didn't take long before he was setting off in the direction of the picked out rock formation. Weaving through the light forested area, he slipped past various people roaming the area, eventually coming up to a slight clearing, the spacious gap in the canopy above lighting up the grassy area quite nicely. Towards the side of the clearing was an easy to spot formation of stone, seemingly out-of-place in the area it had found itself in. Gathered around it were a trio of girls, all of them in the beginnings of conversation with one another. "Lucky... Looks like I'm right on time." Dusting himself off once more out of habit, the Shaman stepped forward, wandering gracefully towards the group. "Good morning, ladies," he voiced his greetings, a soothing, calm tone elicited from his maw, the slight British accent of his vocals coming out delicately from his speech. "I gather we're the early ones, then?" Curling his lips into a smile, he continued his approach, joining the group around the boulder and pressing his arms into his stomach and lower back to lean forward in a gentle bow of respect towards the femmes already gathered. Pulling back up to stand properly, he shifted his hands around, clasping them together behind his back and moving to look over the three of them. "I'm looking forward to working with you all today; should be a blast, no?"
Notes: N/A Words: 851 Tags: Aelin Galbraith Charuen kittygrey Khaleesi Lavinia Laelia Pioneer1 Capsule
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Schiesse
Half-Alv
Inactive Player
Gold:
Pharmacist
Animal Tamer
Guild:
Ephemeral Solace
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Post by Capsule on Nov 5, 2015 14:58:58 GMT
[attr="class","solcap"] The only person in this guild that Capsule could say she knew was Kitty, and that was barely. The two of them had met last year, during that quest to hunt down the man that was stealing children. The Slender Man. Capsule remembered wandering aimlessly for a while after they reached the area, and by the time she caught up with the group, Kitty was nowhere to be seen. And then Tobin, the dwarf, fell, leaving Capsule to wrestle with the creature. She ended up setting the place on fire, along with the children still trapped there. Although Tobin assured her later that their souls were at peace now, it had taken her months to get over the horrible nightmares. That was not an experience she wanted to relive.
Suffice it to say, she was a little nervous about today. This was to be her first time formally meeting the rest of the guild. Apparently there was a little shindig going down this morning. Capsule barely had time to grab breakfast, but she was not going to do the cliché "Anime girl running with toast" shtick. That was a good way to trip and choke or bike your own tongue off. There was a reason she had pets.
It was amazing how quickly people were able to dodge out of the way of a living tank. The polar bear found it easier to navigate the streets of London, now that Capsule (as he had tactlessly stated) was twenty pounds lighter and shorter. Her being shorter meant that he did not have to worry about accidentally crushing her legs when he drifted into alleys or used buildings and other sturdy objects to cushion his flawless brakes. He also claimed that she was small enough to be used alongside penguins for curling, though Capsule was certain he was only teasing her. She was not a dwarf, for Pete's sake. Pioneer1 and Tobin, on the other hand…
While the bear cleared a path through the small morning crowds, Capsule was stuffing herself full of bread and cheese, and washing the lot down with cider. What, you were expecting her to eat a proper meal on the jerky back of a fifteen hundred pound, ten foot tall killing machine? Ahahahaha, no. More food would spill on the bear than in her gut. Drinking was a risky venture in on of itself. She almost choked three times during the ride.
«They want us to meet at small pebble?» The bear was slowing down to an easy gait somewhere out of London. He waved a paw toward a small group of girls (and one guy) loitering around a large rock. Only Aleksei would call that a pebble. Capsule dangled her arms over his head, leaning precariously forward for a better look.
«I do believe that is the rock of which uh… Charuen spoke.»
«Mmm… Penguin! I am famished.» Capsule still found it odd that penguins and polar bears could mingle in this game. Her first concern should probably be Pio being eaten, though. That would be a horrible first impression.
The polar bear closed the distance between them and the group, and rose up onto his hind legs to glare down at her guild members. Despite the Cleric being a greater level, the bear did not hesitate to make a shooing gesture at her, as well as Dorian and Lavinia. «Step aside, likkle fox and furless humans. You.» He pointed a paw at Pio. «Pygmy human, I require you as vittles.» The paw moved to pat his belly. «Is feeding time for Aleksei. Tiny cousin of fox whet appetite.»
Silently praying that none of them had Tongue of Nature, Capsule waved from her perch. "Um. Hi." «Aleksei, you cannot eat the dwarf.»
«Paaaah,» the bear groaned. He threw up his paws in exasperation. «Vhat is one dwarf among many? Is like penguin!» He twirled around in a neat circle, disgruntled arms still in the air. What was with him and dwarves, anyway? [newclass=.babar]background-color:#050505; border: 2px solid #050505; border-radius: 5px; overflow: hidden; width: 175px; height:6px;[/newclass] [newclass=.babar]background-color:#050505; border: 2px solid #050505; border-radius: 5px; overflow: hidden; width: 175px; height:6px;[/newclass] ∝: 666
♫: Death By Glamour
✏: Open mouth. Insert dwarf.
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Half-Alv
Druid
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Tailor
Housekeeper
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Unaffiliated
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Post by Laelia on Nov 5, 2015 22:08:25 GMT
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"It's going to take some time! It is National Novel Writing Month after all, so I do think a lot of the people who would otherwise help are busy writing novels of their own!"
Ever since the Trickster's declaration that even it doesn't know what exactly is going to happen now that they've beaten the hornet demon, there was a lot of things that became new knowledge for her. The first thing she needed to mention was the fundamental differences between herself and a good proportion of individuals in this world. Basically, she and many of the people in a city were People of the Land, otherwise normal citizens. Given that she came from the Lune Seaport, Laelia had a good deal of potential to be as strong as any other Adventurer were she to decide to adopt a similar lifestyle. However, the primary difference was the level of danger she would have to face. Death for a Person of the Land was a natural part of life and one would return to the land right after. Death for an Adventurer was only a temporary state and after some time, the individual would return at a nearby holy site. As such, there was the reputation for an Adventurer to take life at a more relaxed pace and entering life and death scenarios as though they were a simple trivial choice. Midori had told her to be careful of any Adventurers in particular who seemed otherwise shady and to use the Call of Home skill whenever she felt as though she were getting into a dangerous situation.
Of course, the vast majority of Adventurers and People of the Land weren't the destructive type. Not even the Heretics who picked the class for its dark and edgy tones were much trouble, although they were an issue of their own with Landers like kids playing with matches. Nevertheless, Midori had wasted no initiative in getting Laelia to adapt to the new culture of the Unfounded Kingdom. The black magician herself went on various adventures by herself fairly often, so she wasn't sure whether it would have been safe for Laelia to accompany her all the time. There was the matter of her own guild that she technically had co-ownership, but her interaction with the other guild members was fairly minimal lately. She was sure that there were plenty of new recruits who probably have never seen her face. Thus, it wasn't Apocrypha that Midori had encouraged the young Bard to join on adventures with. No, she needed another option and that option would come when her friend Charuen had communicated to her via Telepathy one day.
Telepathy was usually a silent business as both members of the conversation could mute their voice to everyone but the person they were speaking with. There was the option to keep one's voice unmuted to allow others tolisten in, though. Laelia did not know the context of the conversation as it was only one-sided, but from her perspective, she heard that someone was making a new guild and asking the Apocrypha co-leader for her own input on the idea. Midori had responded to the conversation fairly well, her expression brightening up as soon as she had heard the news. And then that time, the girl's voice turned silent when she relayed the next part of her message via Telepathy. Laelia hadn't minded the sudden change very much, but it wasn't until Midori was looking directly at her when she was starting to get some concerns.
"Indeed. I'll send her down and have you meet her for your mission tomorrow."
Quite a while later, it was her first journey into Londinium, her travels most of the way facilitated by a carriage from Stratford-upon-Avon to Londinium. It was a fairly impressive city, to say the least. She was told that the city was practically in ruins two years prior, but the hard work of the residents caused it to be cleaned up in only a couple of months. Nevertheless, the carriage took her through the city and had dropped her off in the Windsor Greatwood, where it was only a simple distance's walk away toward the large boulder that Midori said that the guild would be meeting at. She noticed a bunch of people already gathered up at the rock (along with a fairly large polar bear) and cautiously eased her way toward the group. "H-hello. I was told that I'm here to help someone named Charuen?" The blonde Lander wasn't really the kind of person to be meek, rather she was going to use the persona at first to see whether it would fit in. She typically preferred to adjust her personality as needed based on the situation and hopefully if it was a small group such as this, it would have been easier for her to faze into her regular demeanor soon enough. Of course, considering they were all strangers, Laelia didn't really know what to do other than to shade her head underneath her parasol with a letter in her hand.
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Fox Tail
Inactive Player
Gold:
Chef
Tracker
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Post by Khaleesi on Nov 8, 2015 12:37:10 GMT
[attr="class","victorious"] [attr="class,"victorious1"] [attr="class","champions"] Queen of Dragons - Khaleesi [attr="class","champions"] Logging in ••• [attr="class","victoriousscroll"]There was a time in her life when she couldn't stand to be in a group of people unless, of course, they were acquaintances or just some casual friends. It wasn't because she was antisocial. Oh, no. Not at all. Izumi, though she was a quiet individual, seemed to have been quite popular all throughout her school years - primary, secondary, and high school. It was simply because her opinion of people (and the human race in general) did not meet her standards. What kind of standards one may ask, but that's just a mystery even to herself. Sometimes Izumi will have a certain mindset only to have it changed soon after. Or cling to an opinion like a stubborn bull.
Either way, the young adult found it odd even to herself that she had joined something that she couldn't see herself being a part of. Izumi had the nature of a true solo player. She had been assassins, wizards, warlocks, knights, guardians, and all those good roles that had her in the front lines (and uncommonly in the back). The nitty gritty. Lo' and behold, however, Izumi had chosen to be a healer. A druid to be specific. When the Calamity (if she remembered correctly, that's what everyone was calling it) happened, she instantly regretted having the need to try something new. For a while the blonde berated and mocked herself for doing such a thing.
Now she was stuck in an unfamiliar role with no idea how to work with being a healer. All she could remember was that they stayed in the back and kept people alive, which totally went against what she used to do. Her hands had a held a familiar ache that left the druid all mopey and sad. If she closed her eyes, Izumi could distinctly feel the hard weight of a sword against the palm of her hands and the leather pressing against calloused skin.
Sighing to herself, the Fox Tail player crept [SILENT MOVE] towards a group in the distance; habits were hard to break, especially when she had a fondness for skills that resembled some of the past. The big boulder that had been described in the missive she had been sent was clear as day. Well then. That one part in Charuen's private message (PM) had grossly been understated. The entire group consisted of the strangest of people despite not really knowing them. Heck, she probably didn't remember any of their names. Izumi did better with faces. They were always easier to remember than trying to keep track of all the names people introduced themselves as. In fact, she wouldn't blame anyone if they've forgotten her name (or her face for that matter).
She crept closer, using her only available tracker skill to avoid being noticed until the last possible moment. It was also likely that they had seen her coming if they had kept a lookout for anyone else, but that highly seemed implausible as each and every one of them were preoccupied with greeting each other. Izumi suspected that questions were asked as well, as per custom in every standard conversation.
Stopping just a few feet away, Izumi noticed that the one and only person she actually knew was absent. Perhaps she was hiding somewhere? It wouldn't surprise the blonde if Charuen wanted to make a grand entrance. She would too if she had the opportunity to do so. Clearing her throat to get a bit of their attention, Izumi waved at them and smiled softly before moving past an unfamiliar face. A girl with short blonde hair with a ribbon at the top. "I'm assuming that she's on her way here right now." Izumi told her, scrutinizing the newcomer and the letter in her hand. [attr="class","champions"]  moves: Silent Move words: 628
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Harmonie
Fox Tail
Shaman
Gold:
Chef
Dancer
Guild:
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Post by Charuen on Nov 8, 2015 16:39:46 GMT
"KNOW THAT I'M ALREADY HOME" "Mmmm~"Charuen let out a satisfied sigh as she leaned back into her chair and stretched. It had been a long morning for the guild master of Ephemeral Solace. She had been prepared to do a lot of administrative work upon establishing the guild, but it was still exhausting nonetheless. That being said, despite all the paperwork she had to deal with, the result was very rewarding. She couldn't wait to see the look on her guild members faces after she tells them about their new guild house-- everyone had put so much work into helping design the interior of the structure. Housing and finances aside, Ephemeral Solace had also received its first request just the other day. A Lander had requested, through a heartfelt note, the aid of the guild to collect the ingredients required to create a healing tonic. The cleric was very pleased with how relevant the guild already was, despite its recent conception and realization. It made her so happy to know that other adventurers and landers shared a vision very similar to her own. The healer gathered her papers and tucked them into her pocket. While the guild house was getting its finishing touches completed, she had rented out her old room back when she first lived in Londinium. It was all quite nostalgic-- time sure passed quickly. Since then, she had joined a guild, made a number of friends, adventured through the Unfounded Kingdom, left said guild, stayed with her best friend in the mountains, and now... now she was guild master of her very own guild. So much had happened in the past year, and she felt so much personal growth. Of course, she had gotten stronger too with the help of her peers. Hopefully with Ephemeral Solace, she could pay it forward. The walk to the meeting place was a short one, for they had planned to meet at the outskirts of Londinium. The large boulders that marked the end of the city and the beginning of the Windsor Greatwood could not be missed even if one was blind, as its size was so impressive, even those who had difficulties with their eyesight would walk right into it. However, as Charuen approached the meeting place, it wasn't the gigantic rock formation that really caught her eye. Rather, it was the band of females (and one male) that stood or sat nearby. There was Lavinia her old guild-mate, small Pioneer1 who stood right next to her, Capsule who sat on her equally regal looking bear, @serenityspace the only male in the party, kittygrey who had a wide smile on her face as always, Khaleesi the quite blonde, and a short haired female who also had blonde hair that the cleric did not realize. However, upon noticing the letter in the young woman's hand, a smile broke out on her face. Putting one and one together, the pinkette reckoned that she was the bard Midori had sent. Upon reaching the boulder where everyone was congregated, Char gave everyone a dazzling smile. "Good morning everyone." She began, her voice strong and carrying far. The healer was usually known for being soft spoken, but in all honesty, she carried within her all this time a commanding and inspiring voice that she never needed to use until now. "Thank you for coming all this way to meet here today, I hope your journey wasn't too difficult. I suppose we should go over some brief introductions before we get started." Charuen paused and pointed at herself. "I'm Charuen, guild leader of Ephemeral Solace. I am so, so, excited to be working with everyone to help adventurers and landers alike in the Unfounded Kingdom. Some of you may have met before, or perhaps this is your first time meeting your guild-mates. Nonetheless, our excursion today should give everyone plenty of time to get to know each other." The pink haired adventurer then glanced at the young woman with the parasol. "And you must be Laelia. Midori sent you, yes? Welcome to Ephemeral Solace, your home is with us now!" She offered the blonde a warm smile before turning to look at the rest of her guild mates once more. "Our quest today is a simple one-- a druid has requested our aid in making a healing tonic, and our mission (should you choose to accept) is to gather the ingredients for this potion. Although we are all support class players, we each have different strengths and weaknesses, thus I have split everyone into teams so that we can work quickly and efficiently." Charuen pulled out a piece of parchment from her pocket and began to read out names. "Capsule and Khaleesi, please collect the Scales from a Sea Sahaugin in the Graveyard of Ships, and The blood of a Pitted Boar from the Windsor Greatwoods. Pio and Kitty, Spores from an Invasive Fungal Spore found in the Poison Swamp and the tail of an Ember Newt found in the Northern Marshland of Thames please. Everyone else will be gathering the... Black essence found in the Dimensional Theater." It occurred to Charuen that gathering black essence for a healing tonic was rather odd, but she supposed that she would leave the actual potion making to the pharmacists. Nonetheless, she was excited to finally put her apothecary subclass into use.
"If no one has any questions, let us begin! We shall rendezvous at this location once we have gathered our ingredients." HP100% | MP100% WORDS 910 | ATTIRE x xNOTES |I tried to wrap things up so that we can really start on gathering ingredients-- but if you'd like to post a bit more in this thread interacting with everyone, be my guest. Saki if you'd like, Laelia can hand Char the letter when they are out gathering black essence? |
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