Guild Life IC - "Hand in your applications here"

[Kavrick]

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You're finally here, you grip the tattered note that led you to a rather backwater village in the southern countryside of Valkia. As you drag your sore feet inside the walls you're greeted by a rather empty looking village, from what you can tell you're standing in the market, a few stands dot your surroundings selling food, odds and ends and rather mundane looking equipment, a couple of traders converse with what you gather is a blacksmith. Next to them is a rather impressive stand featured with a wide array of weapons and armor, all in pristine condition, standing out the most is the grandiose emblem sitting at the center of the stand, matching the one gripped in your hand. After taking in the sights you move towards the centre of the village, marked with an impressive looking building that dwarfs the rest.

Eventually after making your way through the maze of buildings you stand in front of the guild, double checking the emblem on your note, it matches the sign above the entrance; a crown hanging off a sword with the words "The Last Lord" emblazoned above it. You take a deep breath and push your way through the door, too your surprise the warm glow of the inn is accompanied by the commotion of countless men and women of all races and builds packed at the tables, a couple of curious eyes follow you as you make your way to the bar and take a seat. After a short moment a large man sporting a groomed mustache and an eloquent suit arrives in front of you. "What can i get fer ya?" he booms in a jolly voice, shortly before noticing the note in your hand, "Ah, if ye be wanting ta register, you'll need ta wait until we stop servin' the regulars" he nods to a group of people at the end of the bar (Unless you are the first one to arrive) "These lads be waitin' as well, maybe it be a smart idea to get yourself familiar with them as they be in the same boat as ya" he finishes, before leaving to tend to the waiting patrons.

[Nightwolf901]

Nikara stood there looking at the man. She didn't speak towards him, but gave him a simple nod. She was currently wearing her animal skin hooded cloak. The hood was down, letting her purplish orange plumage show to all the others in the inn. She was tall, but not the taller out of the tavern. Her frame looked weak and small. She hid her arms inside the cloak, and her legs covered by the long black cloth pants. Hiding her light blue feathers that laid along her limbs. Her 'feet' bare of any covering. She began to walk towards a table that would be far from a lot of commotion but not far from others. Her talons pressing along the flooring as she walked.

[Karmac]

Gazghull grunted loudly in response to the Barkeeper's suggestion, but begrudgingly makes his way over to the table the cloaked bird lady took her place at, and slams himself onto a chair. He takes a quick look at the cloaked figure, grunts again, and casts his gaze back at the bar, waiting for the Bartender to finish his duties.

[coroneljones]

Godwin gave a nod towards the bartender, making his way towards the group, the two already present easily towering his size, " Greetings to Thee " giving one more nod before taking a seat .

[Nightwolf901]

Nikara had given a look towards the orc that had bested her in size. The sudden grunt seemingly a bit annoying but she showed no emotion back towards it as she removed her hands from under her cloak. Her light blue feathers showing as of now as she plants her elbow along the table and supports her face by leaning on that hand. Her eyes traveling from the orc towards the human who was speaking in a odd but similar language. It wasn't hard for her to see what the male was saying, almost improperly said words. That was to her own thought as of that. She reaches down into her satchel searching its contents for a quick moment. Seeing that she had her belongings inside of it. Even as a thief that she pulled from before couldn't help but to make her cautious.

[Karmac]

Gazghull raised an eyebrow at the man taking his seat at the table, thinking to himself 'ose dis git then?, a thought he decided to follow up with by talking to the newcomer,
"Oi, git, wots yer story then?"
Gesturing to the newcomer as he did do.

[coroneljones]

Godwin turned his head towards the orc, having to look upwards to properly talk to them "My story? Tis a simple one, about a man fulfilling his role, searching for adventure. If thou would be willing to share, what is thine own story?"

[Amaxin]

After a brief, albeit fruitful talk with the barkeeper, Anri glanced around the crowd as she tried to locate the mentioned group around the end of the bar. A little overwhelmed by the amount of folk inside, she quickly managed to reach her goal and quickly make her way towards the awaiting circle.
"Looks like I'm a little late," she said nonchalantly. "Got lost in the city. Apologies." She quickly stopped her tiny shameful rant and sat down nearby, trying not to interrupt the human-orc conversation any further, as she started glancing between the group discreetly, trying to memorize their looks.

[Nightwolf901]

Nikara gave a light look towards the approaching woman. A raised brow as she sat down before nodding. "Doesn't particularly matter, we're in a line supposedly so.." She said a bit softly as she lifted her head from her hand. Her arms returning to under her cloak as she crossed her legs waiting for when they would be able to register.

[Karmac]

Gazghull now had his full concentration set on regailing the human with the funny way of talking about his amazing life story,
"I wos one uv da tuffest orcs I knew, but den I fought 'Wot about da orcs I doesn't know?' So den I sets off onna great adventure ta foit all da gits an becom da stronges an tuffest orc dere is"
Upon completion of his tale, the orc folds his arms triumphantly and leans back in his seat, impressed by his display of cunning and intelligence.

[coroneljones]

Godwin thought for a moment, he leaned back, his hands interlocked as he considered what to say next.
"That is....quite a worthy goal for one such as thyself."
He glanced towards the other two
"And would the ladies beest willing to share their tale with us?"

[Nightwolf901]

Niakra gave a glance towards the Human who spoke towards her and the other. She shook her head in denial towards his request. "I prefer keeping my story to my self.." She said lightly before adding more to her speech. "Although I will say that I search for riches and more.."

[Amaxin]

"Can't quite say why did I come here specifically," Anri mused for a moment with a quiet huff leaving her nose. "Adventures and treasure was always something worth seeking. New acquaintances, friends and enemies are also a valid option. And last but not least, the excitement." She ends up without specifying the nature of said excitement, sinking back into the chair. Her hand produced a small coin out of her pocket, as she started fiddling with it in her hand idly.

[Kavrick]

As you talk the barkeep from before arrives at your table and settles down a round at your table, the day goes down with your drinks as the bar settles down to a murmur the barkeep from before approaches your table. "So tha first thing i'll be tellin' ya is that tha first thing you gotta accept is tha debt of 5 Valis to cover tha cost of tha tome itself, now we givva choice to rookies and dat's ta give up what they have to measure their courage, depending one what ya give up i'll reduce the debt, this wont be based on tha items monetary value, mind you. Once ya've decided, we can move onta the next part. Once ya've got it all set up, you can pick up ya first quest!" He pauses for a second "Oh, I nearly forgot, ya can call me Reginald, i'm the owner if dis here Inn" He finishes, gesturing to himself.

[Nightwolf901]

Nikara gives the Human a light look tapping her chin for a moment with a soft sigh as she looked between the few others before speaking. "Debt it is.." She said softly leaning straight in her seat. She moved her hands to fix her plumage as she waited and see what the others had to say or if anything to give. Maybe one of them actually had money. Unlike herself.

[Amaxin]

"Nay," Anri says with a shake of her head. "I shall keep what I have, Reginald. I am going to take the debt." With her words, she sinks back into her chair, staring down at the table with a thoughtful look, occassionally sparing a glance towards the rest of the group.

[coroneljones]

Godwin raised his right hand to his chin, lightly stroking it as he considered the options before stopping the motion and speaking
"I shalt chooseth the debt, and t shalt beest repaid. "

[Kavrick]

Reginald silently nods and takes out four books and a single knife from inside his suit jacket, after he places them in front of each of you they open up to the first page. "So Ta bind one of these to ya, you'll need to share some blood wiv it, any amount will do." He says, handing the knife to Torien.

[coroneljones]

Godwin looked at the knife, then at his gloved hands, sighing as he grabbed it with his right one shortly after removing the left glove.
" If 't be true t is blood yond the linking requires, t is blood yond t shalt has't "
He raised his left hand over his book, before slicing the palm of his hand, grunting as he turned it downwards and letting some blood drop before setting the knife on the table and clenching his hand, glove drapped over the wound

[Amaxin]

Taking the knife from the table, Anri raised her left hand and wiped the blade into her sleeve carelessly, then made a small incision on her ring finger with a muffled hiss. Letting a few beads of blood drop onto the book's page, she grumbled quietly. "Nine hells, this better be worth it." With a small clunk, she places the knife onto the table yet again and slides it towards the next person rapidly.

[Karmac]

Gazghull picks up the knife, holds his hand over the book, and with a shamans precision he accidentally cuts an entire finger off, he lets out a grunt and shrugs, leaving the finger on the book and tossing the knife back to the centre of the table.
"Dat wos easy 'nuff"

[Nightwolf901]

Nikara approached the table before pulling out her own dirk and slitted along her index finger let out a few droplets of blood. "Coming prepare is one thing... Reissuing a knife to four different people is another." She says softly as she walks back. This he better have been a good choice... I'll be damned if it isn't. She thought to her self. She wraps her hand around the finger and began to keep pressure on it for now.

[Kavrick]

As the blood touches the page, it's incorporated into words as the tome is filled with your lifeblood. your age, physical details, race, and even your background become but words on the paper (As on your character sheet, except your essence will now be 100). Even those of you who are unable to read, find yourself understand the strange glyphs laid out in front of you. "Now that ya've you're very own tome, da next step be ta pick up for your first skill, to put it simply, dis 'ere tome turns da essence of livin' bein's inta extraordinary 'bilities, an' as yer body is infused with da essence of yer slain adversaries, it'll strengthen ya, dependin' on what path you've taken with ya tome" after Reginald finishes his explanation, the pages begin to turn until they settle on "Chapter Five/Two: Skills". "So ta pick yer first skill, make sure ya stats on your character page match the prerequisites of what ya pick, next ya needa mark tha skill ya pick with liquid and yer thumb, some use spit, wine, water, blood or pretty much anything they can get their hands on, but you have ta be the one who marks it, ya might feel a slightly tingling sensation an' numbness in tha thumb ya use, but it wont last long, and as ta how ya use yer skill, the tome will covva that too.", Reginald finishes.

[Nightwolf901]

Huh.. thats...somewhat amazing.. Nikara said softly as she held the tome and looked through. A nine in agility? Was that good? All the others were seven or worse.. maybe it was better. She shrugged to her self as she moved to the skills and looked through them. She had her eye sticking to cat's reflex. She read it over and Fade as well before licking her thumb and pressing it on Cat's reflex. For a moment she thought nothing would happen until the Half-orc was right about the numbness... luckily it was shortly passed. She looked at her self for a moment making sure nothing shady was happening before placing the tome in her satchel.

[Karmac]

Gazghull skims the page, tracing the words with a finger, eventually stopping at a skill, 'ang on,
wots an 'Enraged Blow', dat sounds proppa orcy dat does , this time, having learned from his previous accident and being given the option of sacrificing something other than his fingers, he spits on his thumb and presses it against the words, feeling no different than usual.