As you enter the guildhall for the first time, you had been alone in line yet each moment it seems like another person enters into the hall, from the door you had just come through...... All of you potential hopefuls for the year, recruited by the guildmaster.....

the large windows in the back are closed and covered, so the rear is not visible either....

You are ushered to seats with a drink in front of you.....


"You are here, because you have been chosen and I have need of adventurers, do not fail and do not falter, the rewards can be greater than you might imagine....and sometimes so are the costs..."

He indicates the eye that flames and flickers with smoke rising from it....

"You cannot claim a demi-plane free from cost!"

"You are about to join the guild and will go into places beyond your knowledge now, but you will not go alone nor will you go without apt instruction and preparation.  All that you may need to succeed is here. "

"On the table in front of you is the contract for being in the guild there are both rights and responsibilities and a few options designated for you to endorse of decide between...."
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The scroll or parchment before you reads:

Admission to the Adventurers Guild
I the undersigned do agree to abide by all the rules of the guild, doing my utmost to fulfill both the letter and the spirit of the jobs assigned to me.

I swear allegiance to the guild, the guild master and the guildhall and all it contains, all space is to be cared for accordingly.

There is but one capital punishment for any crime against the guild, banishment, marooned to the nether regions, abandoned to eternity.

“Do you think that a city, an army, or bandits, or thieves, or any other group that attempted any action in common, could accomplish anything if they wronged one another?”
--PLATO'S REPUBLIC, BOOK I

Guild Law
The Guild's Charter requires that all Adventurers acting on behalf of the guild follow certain rules. Naturally, out in the field, rules may end up being overlooked... At each character's own risk.

The rules are simple and straightforward:

1. All Guild members will act in the Guild's interest.  One may not speak openly about the guild, except during events or one may only reveal little when one has retired from the guild.

2. No Guild member shall harm another Guild member or their possessions, restitution will be in order.

3. A guild member may not withhold valuable information he will share it with his guild and master.

4. Guild members will aid one another, even in spite of personal differences, debts or enmity between them.

5.  Local Laws shall be respected always.  The guild will not overstep the boundaries or usurp the authority of those who have hired the guild.

6.  Surrendered foes will be under our protection until handed over to the local law.

7.  The use of force against innocent parties is never an option, force is a valuable commodity and given for free devalues us all.

8.   The protection of innocent parties, is allowed in the event your code or honor requires it.

9.  Guild members will submit inspection and questioning by local law enforcement though they should be given some respect treated well, they can not impede the timeliness of a mission.

10.  The raising of undead and the summoning of celestials/fiends is strictly prohibited in any place within the guild.

Punishment for breaking these rules varies case by case, and is delivered by the Guildmaster




Options:
If you should die during a mission and your fellows are able to return with your body intact you can opt into ressurection and will in turn owe the guild 6,000 gold.

If your body is left behind, and the guild must retrieve it, your debt to the guild will double to 12,000 gold.

If your body is utterly destroyed and you wish to be returned to life, you will become part of the guild plane as a permanent resident and marked with the smoking eye.
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Unmar ignores the drink in front of him, looking instead at the parchment.  He carefully reads each section, nodding in understanding.  Once done, he takes quill, dips it in ink and signs his signature to the parchment.  He dribbles a little sand on the wet ink, soaking up the extra, then blows it away, leaving behind a freshly signed, dry signature.  Unmar Kedgrave, Priest of the Morninglord.

He then looks up, wondering what was next.  He looks around, but most all others are still reading, or trying to read the parchment.

You see a short human with dark skin, he is 5'7" tall, 165 pounds. Igor is a hunchback with black curly hair and grey eyes! He carries a staff that he uses to walk with and black trousers with a dark green velvet jacket! He has a tattoo of a winged serpent on his face, circling his right eye, with tail trailing to his lip. He has a noticeable limp.

Greetings, I am Igor Ytram, been here for 2 days, already have excellent digs, absolutely awesome in fact! Who might you be?" he asks Unmar.

Unmar looks up, eyeing the person speaking to him.  He wondered briefly at the man's deformity, but not in such a way as to be impolite.  "Digs?" Unmar replies, glancing at the man's hands, then boots. "Are you a prospector?"

The main doors open again and a winged elf (half elf?) enters,
He wears very little clothing, a loincloth or toga, he wears bracers on his arms, he has a wide thick belt, with a large pouch set in his low back (away from his wings), two scimitars hang on his belt....a hooded falcon sets upon the gauntlet on his hand...

He also finds a place to sit, to hear the guildmasters speech, to look over the membership papers and to see who the others are....

In reply to Unmar Kedgrave (msg # 5):

The hunchback chuckles, "No, I was referring to my room, actually my suite of rooms!"

"Ah, I see. You must excuse my ignorance.  I have no experience with the vernacular of the common street thug."  Unmar chuckles.  Though sounding pretentious, he did not mean to be. "My name is Unmar Kedgrave. I am the recently appointed curate of the keep here after a long trek to reach the borderlands.  A priest and humble servant."

Unmar's eyes linger on the figure that strides into the room.  A slight frown forms at the sight of the winged elf, if that is what it is.  Unmar has no great love of extra-planar creatures and this one certainly has the look of one.  As it has not spoken to them, he does not offer any comment and looks away.
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The door opens once more, and a tall young woman, clad in mail, over which she wears a white tabard. A flail hangs from her belt, and a stout staff is slung across her back.

She looks round the room slowly, examining each occupant in turn. She smiles slightly. "Greetings, friends!" she said simply, before looking for a place to sit, and settling next to Unmar and Igor. "I presume the same thing brings us all hither?"

Unmar nods, "If you imply the Will of the gods.  Then yes."  he states.  "Well met lass. I am called Unmar Kedgrave, a humble priest of the Morningstar.  And this here,"  Unmar pats the man's shoulder next to him. "is Igor Ytram, who is not a prospector and has wonderful living quarters here at the keep."
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"I thank you for your warm welcome," she said amicably, "I too am a servant of a higher power. I believe that we may be companions on some venture that the Guild will appoint to us shortly, if I understand correctly what I have heard. If so, it would seem i am in good company."

The winged man takes in the group....
"I am Sanstree, I suspect this is not all of us, the guildhall has quarters that you may both select and adjust to your comfort....I have taken refuge in the upstairs in the rookery. The mainfloor has the most normal, and the basement has caves, caverns and rooms like the depths of the world.  I have met Igor and share his interest in the arcane.   I welcome more clerics, though I follow the ways of the druid, we have much in common."

Igor smiled and nodded to Sanstree when he came up. "Greetings Adriel, well met. I'm in room 6, any and all are invited to come by and visit if and when you wish."
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Unmar nods a welcome at the winged fellow.  He did not have the sound of a dark fiend. He begins to offer a warm hello, when a falcon enters soars through the doors and lands a few feet away on a crossmember of the ceiling support.  The predator seems to be regarding the winged elf.

"Ah, so you are a falconer? I have never met a falconer. A fascinating skill, I think." Unmar prattles, giving the bird of prey a wary look.  He then gives the elf a curious look as a thought crosses his mind.  Not knowing the ways of the winged folk, he could be talking about his mate for all he knows.  How rude he must sound.

"Ah yes, nature's balance with civilisation and all that.  Yes, yes, very important." Unmar quips, thinking to impress upon the elf his knowledge on the subject, which in truth is only a few texts he has referenced in an essay he was tasked early in his training. "I am Unmar Kedgrave, a priest of the Morninglord and recently appointed the curate of the keep here in the borderlands.  This is Igor, oh yes- you already know him, and yon cleric is Adriel.  Very, erm... nice to meet you Sanstree Roust.  Interesting name. Did you know that in an obscure ancient language I studied years ago, Sans was the equivalent of the word without... so your name would be 'without tree roost'".  Unmar chuckles at his own cleverness, unaware of the awkwardness of the moment.

"Well, I have signed the amenable agreement." Unmar says, standing up.  The leather armor creaks as he moves. He picks up his wooden shield. "Nothing to do now, but wait for a quest, but currently I must see the quartermaster about some better armor and shield.  I have the look of a common mercenary, and that will just not do.  I bid you all a good evening.  Perhaps we will be grouped together soon on a guild adventure."
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This thread should wrap up before we get into other threads/other places.  You can only be in one place at a time. Thank you.

Adriel is obviously bewildered at the revealing outfit and strange appearance of Sanstree, but listens well to his speech and bows her head in acknowledgment. She did the same to Igor, but said nothing. She appeared to be deep in thought now.

Stooping to enter the door, very sharp angular features, savage yet very appealing, rugged yet soft.  Hair in a Danish Plait, light Autumnal Burnt Red from the leaves of a tree, His arms look too long and his legs too gangling yet you see power in them, like the long distance runner from the games but more so.  His skin a burnished, almost golden sands colour, he removed the narrow mask from his eyes to reveal yellowed orbs with dark brown iris.

The cloak around his shoulders moves like a breeze, the material so light, like the cloth of the desert, in fact, his features and colouring, you'd thin he'd lived his whole life in a desert, especially when you see the soft leather shoes with many ties and small feathers.  A bag at his side seen as the cloak moves aside, the edges of a book seeming to give it shape, the sheathed blades and a strange looking bow.  No facial hair is visible, none at all.  He looks to be very old for an Elf yet his ears are longer than the average elf's and his eyes more elongated.

There is an intellect and grace behind his movements, something so smooth and flowing, it is like a head of wheat in the fields before harvesting, swaying with the intent to not be caught at anything, with anything.  He moves to a chair, strides over it and looks around.

"I am Grauwker The Wanderer.  I range the deserts and learn as a preserver, the land and life force that surrounds us all.  I joined this Guild a short while back when I found myself lost.  I am no longer lost." He stops as though that is enough.
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Unmar, sullen at finding no exits from the guild hall, sits back down with the others.  He glances at the newcomer as he comes through the portal.  Hmmmm....

"Well met Mr Wanderer." Unmar says politely.  He continues to stare at the man, looking him over.  Long, gangly arms, yet powerful? Savage, yet appealing? Rugged features, yet somehow soft? Burnt red hair that seems light?

"Say, you are a walking contradiction." Unmar says, tilting his head with a confounded expression.  But, he recovers quickly and smiles. "No matter.  Welcome to the one room we can not exit. I think we are waiting for someone, but I am not sure.   Here, have a copy of the contract.  Oh wait-- you are already a member.  Nevermind. I am called Unmar Kedgrave, a priest of the Morninglord."
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"Yes It seems the falcon and I maybe share a world view or at times we seem to see the world in the same way...The reason a falcon does not sit upon a shoulder like a pirates parrot, is that the creature has an instinct that overrides it to take out the eye when the eye is so close."


"I am no devil nor angel, The story my mother tells regarding my birth, that she and her husband had struggled to have offspring and had spoken to midwives, herbalists and the local parish (clerics) and none were able to help.
In desperation she went to the slough seeking the hag, she had found the terrifying being and it had agreed to help, the ritual required an effigy of her with a place to hold a dove, when the ritual was done the bird was dead and the hag assured my mother she would conceive a child.....My parents live on the farmstead with my three younger siblings and only I am tainted by the feyish magic."
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"Harumph, I wish I knew what caused my taint!" he says referring to the hunch in his back. "I wonder if I die and get raised, if my hump would still be there!" he says with a grin.

ooc - he looks like Igor (Marty Feldman) in Young Frankenstein!
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Unmar seems perturbed by the story. A child born from such desperation and despair. Fey? He wonders, but keeps silent. It is not his place to judge, or question really, but Unmar decides he will keep a wary eye on the winged elf if they were ever paired in a guild's quest.

"Are there others we are awaiting?" He asks aloud of no one in particular.  It's just that he really needs to see the quartermaster.

I heard a rumor that we are waiting for another

Lorian

A Dark Elf makes his way in and keeping his head covered finds a seat near the rear of the establishment.  Ever watching and keeping his eyes scoped out on the new arrivals.  Finally after several minutes of watching he lowets the hood of his cloak and watches the reactions of the new comers.  Then speaks in broken common.

Hello.  I am Lorian.  I will be accompanying you on the next endeaver.  I hope everyone has prepped their gear and readied spells.

Unmar is in idle conversation,  mostly with himself as no one has yet spoken to him. He is talking to Igor, remarking on how he reminds the cleric of a portly barley farmer from his past named Martin Fieldman when the dark elf lowers his hood.

Unmar sputters on his words, as all thought of the farmer is erased with the newcomer's revealing of features. A child of chaos, staring back in amusement of the reactions around him. Predictable behaviour of those who revel in the mischief they create. Too late, he realises he had not questioned whether the guild accepted those with questionable alignments and morals, but he has already signed, so it shall be honored.

Unmar sighs. At least... if he signs, he is bound to never cross another guild member. That is some comfort.

Sanstree Roust is a minor worry now. This new one.... must be watched carefully, or they could all end up in a dungeon.

Unmar recovers from his surprise and possibly a sneer upon his face. He smiles, almost warmly, at the new face in the guildhall. "Hello. Erm, and well met traveller Lorian. I am Unmar Kedgrave, a priest of the Morninglord. You must be the one we have been awaiting." Unmar intones, letting the dark elf know he was late, even though that probably is not the case at all.

With nothing more to say, Unmar looks at the guildmaster expectantly.

"Greetings Unmar, Lorian, Sanstree, Adriel, Grauwker, I am Igor Ytram, a wizard of little renown yet." he greets them all with a genuine smile!