Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2016 3:00:17 GMT
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Tags: Kaos Lamenta @blazeedge sayinh sotarou Actaeon @kurosan @bornfromvelvet Keyala Noctis Corvo Sark Teuthida Weegee
Notes: This thread has no posting order! While we are trying to fill our armory, please post in here so we can all benefit from the [Guild] AP bonus! Also, any posts after this opening post will take place on the day of the crafting event.
Noihara. A guild that, through the collective efforts of all of its members, has grown to become one of the largest guilds in Londinium. A combat guild where all who join are treated as more than just brothers in arms, but as family. A combat guild where you can always count on your party's healer to keep you alive, the tanks to protect you with an indomitable defense, and the fighters to defeat any enemy they may come across. Despite all of this however, Noihara's armory - one of the rooms most vital to a combat guild's guildhall - was bone dry and dead empty, save for one Dumahim Anorak of Hope deposited by the guild master himself.
"It's ridiculous, Aleister." The Spellsword took a sip of the drink he had ordered from the bartender - his usual fruit juice mixture. It was a sweet drink, one that Dumah had fallen in love with. "Noihara is a combat guild and yet we have barely any actual gear in our armory."
The handsome young bartender stood behind his bar, one hand dug into a small, moist rag, repeating a circular motion on the top of the fancy bar as he washed it. The man sighed, looking at his friend. "Look Dumah, you're a friggin' Guild Master. If you don't like your guild's lack of gear, then I think you can at least tell your guild you want to have a crafting day or something. Just tell 'em what the issue is and I'm sure they'll help you out."
Dumah tilted his glass in small circles as he listened to his friend. He took another sip before drinking some more, leaving a bit of an orange color on his upper lip. "Yes, you are probably right. Noihara does not have too many practiced craftsmen, but of what we do have..." Dumah rested the glass of his drink on the bar, holding his left hand open with the fingers pressed together, using his right hand to write on the left palm with his Mythic Script skill. "We have one Alchemist, level seven. We have one Blacksmith, level twenty seven." Aleister spoke up at this point, giving a name to the described Blacksmith, simply stating Klide's name. Dumah continued listing the crafters in his guild, "We have two Scribes, level thirteen and level five respectively," Aleister once again uttered the names of those discussed, first saying Keyala's name, and then Noctis' name. "We have two Tailors," Aleister spoke in unison with Dumah, "at level fourteen we have myself-" Aleister instead spoke Dumah's name as opposed to repeating 'myself,' "-and at level thirty six we have Sark." Dumah stated the dwarf's name matter-of-factly, whereas his bartender friend spoke Sark's name with a tone - and face - of disdain and slight agitation. "Lastly, we have Weegee, a level twenty seven Woodcrafter."
"You do realize 'Woodcrafter,' is not a word, right Dumah? Just call 'em carpenters. Hell, I figured you of all people would be calling them carpenters since you used to be a writer." The bartender put his washcloth behind the bar, leaning back gently against the alcohol rack covering almost the entire wall.
Dumah grabbed his glass, sipping from his drink and wiping off the bit of juice stuck on his lip with his right hand. "Believe me, I used to. However, at one point a few of them got offended for me calling them carpenters, which I find to be completely ridiculous..." He sighed, continuing to write the list of Noihara's crafters. "Aside from those I had listed, we have an Artisan, another Blacksmith, a Chef, a Mechanic, a Pharmacist, a Scribe, and another Tailor, all of whom are level one in their crafting subclasses." Dumah looked down at his left hand, seeing that the ethereal writing extended quite far past his palm and onto his wrist, even all the way down to his arm. "... Whatever." The Guild Master finished his drink, putting the glass down on the table.
As Dumah stood from the bar stool, his friend smiled and tossed a juicy apple to him. "Don't you forget, this guild also has a pretty high leveled Brewer." He crossed his arms, standing up and walking back towards the bar. "Don't forget Dumah, I'm here to help you guys out if you need anything. I can try and whip up some snacks for your little crafts day." He chuckled softly, smiling a bit wider.
Dumah returned his smile, standing at an angle, his body facing the direction of the door. "Sure, that sounds like a great idea." With that, the bartender nodded and got to work preparing drinks and snacks for everyone. Dumah stepped out of the bar, sending a message to his entire guild. "In an effort to stock our armory with weapons, armor, and items, we will be having a dedicated crafting event tomorrow. All who are interested, regardless of level or occupation, are free to participate. Aleister will be providing snacks and drinks for us while we work-" Faintly in the background, the bartender's voice bled into the voice message.
"TELL THAT BUGGER SARK HE IS NOT GETTING ANY FOOD OR DRINKS IF HE KEEPS SCRATCHING UP MY PRECIOUS BAR!!" His voice was a bit fainter now as he spoke less to Dumah and more to himself. "I swear to god, one day I am going to hang that kid's head on my wall..."
"... I presume you all heard that, and I apologize. As for you Sark, please do try to behave yourself around Aleister's bar." He sighed to himself, bringing himself back on track. "Nobody is required to partake in this event, though participation is greatly encouraged and appreciated. We are in need of some new armor and weapons, and it would seem a crafting event would be the best idea. I hope to see some of you there." Dumah ended his voice message, lowering his left hand from his corresponding ear and speaking to himself, holding his chin as he pondered. "Perhaps I should drag all of our crafting instruments out into the foyer, set up a large area for collaborative crafting..."
Total: 1020
Tags: Kaos Lamenta @blazeedge sayinh sotarou Actaeon @kurosan @bornfromvelvet Keyala Noctis Corvo Sark Teuthida Weegee
Notes: This thread has no posting order! While we are trying to fill our armory, please post in here so we can all benefit from the [Guild] AP bonus! Also, any posts after this opening post will take place on the day of the crafting event.
Noihara. A guild that, through the collective efforts of all of its members, has grown to become one of the largest guilds in Londinium. A combat guild where all who join are treated as more than just brothers in arms, but as family. A combat guild where you can always count on your party's healer to keep you alive, the tanks to protect you with an indomitable defense, and the fighters to defeat any enemy they may come across. Despite all of this however, Noihara's armory - one of the rooms most vital to a combat guild's guildhall - was bone dry and dead empty, save for one Dumahim Anorak of Hope deposited by the guild master himself.
"It's ridiculous, Aleister." The Spellsword took a sip of the drink he had ordered from the bartender - his usual fruit juice mixture. It was a sweet drink, one that Dumah had fallen in love with. "Noihara is a combat guild and yet we have barely any actual gear in our armory."
The handsome young bartender stood behind his bar, one hand dug into a small, moist rag, repeating a circular motion on the top of the fancy bar as he washed it. The man sighed, looking at his friend. "Look Dumah, you're a friggin' Guild Master. If you don't like your guild's lack of gear, then I think you can at least tell your guild you want to have a crafting day or something. Just tell 'em what the issue is and I'm sure they'll help you out."
Dumah tilted his glass in small circles as he listened to his friend. He took another sip before drinking some more, leaving a bit of an orange color on his upper lip. "Yes, you are probably right. Noihara does not have too many practiced craftsmen, but of what we do have..." Dumah rested the glass of his drink on the bar, holding his left hand open with the fingers pressed together, using his right hand to write on the left palm with his Mythic Script skill. "We have one Alchemist, level seven. We have one Blacksmith, level twenty seven." Aleister spoke up at this point, giving a name to the described Blacksmith, simply stating Klide's name. Dumah continued listing the crafters in his guild, "We have two Scribes, level thirteen and level five respectively," Aleister once again uttered the names of those discussed, first saying Keyala's name, and then Noctis' name. "We have two Tailors," Aleister spoke in unison with Dumah, "at level fourteen we have myself-" Aleister instead spoke Dumah's name as opposed to repeating 'myself,' "-and at level thirty six we have Sark." Dumah stated the dwarf's name matter-of-factly, whereas his bartender friend spoke Sark's name with a tone - and face - of disdain and slight agitation. "Lastly, we have Weegee, a level twenty seven Woodcrafter."
"You do realize 'Woodcrafter,' is not a word, right Dumah? Just call 'em carpenters. Hell, I figured you of all people would be calling them carpenters since you used to be a writer." The bartender put his washcloth behind the bar, leaning back gently against the alcohol rack covering almost the entire wall.
Dumah grabbed his glass, sipping from his drink and wiping off the bit of juice stuck on his lip with his right hand. "Believe me, I used to. However, at one point a few of them got offended for me calling them carpenters, which I find to be completely ridiculous..." He sighed, continuing to write the list of Noihara's crafters. "Aside from those I had listed, we have an Artisan, another Blacksmith, a Chef, a Mechanic, a Pharmacist, a Scribe, and another Tailor, all of whom are level one in their crafting subclasses." Dumah looked down at his left hand, seeing that the ethereal writing extended quite far past his palm and onto his wrist, even all the way down to his arm. "... Whatever." The Guild Master finished his drink, putting the glass down on the table.
As Dumah stood from the bar stool, his friend smiled and tossed a juicy apple to him. "Don't you forget, this guild also has a pretty high leveled Brewer." He crossed his arms, standing up and walking back towards the bar. "Don't forget Dumah, I'm here to help you guys out if you need anything. I can try and whip up some snacks for your little crafts day." He chuckled softly, smiling a bit wider.
Dumah returned his smile, standing at an angle, his body facing the direction of the door. "Sure, that sounds like a great idea." With that, the bartender nodded and got to work preparing drinks and snacks for everyone. Dumah stepped out of the bar, sending a message to his entire guild. "In an effort to stock our armory with weapons, armor, and items, we will be having a dedicated crafting event tomorrow. All who are interested, regardless of level or occupation, are free to participate. Aleister will be providing snacks and drinks for us while we work-" Faintly in the background, the bartender's voice bled into the voice message.
"TELL THAT BUGGER SARK HE IS NOT GETTING ANY FOOD OR DRINKS IF HE KEEPS SCRATCHING UP MY PRECIOUS BAR!!" His voice was a bit fainter now as he spoke less to Dumah and more to himself. "I swear to god, one day I am going to hang that kid's head on my wall..."
"... I presume you all heard that, and I apologize. As for you Sark, please do try to behave yourself around Aleister's bar." He sighed to himself, bringing himself back on track. "Nobody is required to partake in this event, though participation is greatly encouraged and appreciated. We are in need of some new armor and weapons, and it would seem a crafting event would be the best idea. I hope to see some of you there." Dumah ended his voice message, lowering his left hand from his corresponding ear and speaking to himself, holding his chin as he pondered. "Perhaps I should drag all of our crafting instruments out into the foyer, set up a large area for collaborative crafting..."
