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The Heroes' Guild

The Guild Hall

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a part of The Heroes' Guild, by Indigo.

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The Guild Hall is located on the outskirts of the capital city Ashalum, at the beginning of the Elderwood Forest. It's on a slight hill, giving it a minor height advantage. The grounds in front of the Hall are clear and grassy, excellent for open training. The forest gets closer along the backside, but several acres of forest is owned by this property, giving guildsmen the right to explore and practice thier ranging skills. Formerly a hunting lodge for the local nobles, it has had several large additions placed on it to accommodate Alexander's grand plan. The recent addition of a large deck gives room for astronomers to view the sky, or for guildsmen to relax and watch over the distant city. A large, carved wooden door depicting Vorian engaged in battle with the Dragon of Feylorn guards the entrance. When one enters, there's a small atrium, and then a set of stairs that lead up to the second floor where the guest quarters are.

To the left is an open doorway that leads into the gathering hall. The ceiling is surprisingly high, with massive wooden beams supporting the roof. Tapestries adorn the walls, as do the heads of some prize buck, boar, and even a bear. The floor is stone, with the occasional fur carpet where necessary. On the south wall is a massive fireplace, where a blaze continually roars. There are four large,circular wooden tables with a hearty clutch of chairs about them. Along the east and western walls there are various comfy chairs and a lounge or two. The north wall is buffeted by a bar, that is amply stocked and tended by Greg, a halfling (NPC). There is also a serving girl called Greta, Greg's sister (Also NPC). Ask for food and drink, and these two shall willingly provide it.

The new east wing has become the location of the kitchens, store rooms for everything from food to armor, and the hired help's quarters. The massive west wing are additional guest quarters, (At this point in time the original sleeping quarters on the second story are reserved for those whom Alexander chooses, for they are nicer accommodations.) as well as a filled library, and a few rooms left empty, for the Prince is sure that they will eventually become training/practice rooms for various skills.

A typical room in this west wing would appear as follows: A single door leads in, with a single north facing window across from it. A bed, with a cedar chest at it's foot, and flanked by a small nightstand are pressed against the western wall. And for now, that's all that is provided
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The Guild Hall is a part of The Heroes' Guild.

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Tokala "Fox" Harjo [0] "It is the power of the mind to be unconquerable."
Calvin Rumex [0] "The Warrior Medic"
Bardious Cain [0] You broke it again eh?

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((Another thing I should point out, when you arrive at the Guild hall and knock upon the door, you will be admitted in by a human butler. There's two and they alternate shifts. They are run of the mill NPCs. You can portray them as letting you inside and so on.))

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The morning dawned pristine and clear, the promise of a lovely spring day seemed to echo throughout the flora surrounding the Guild Hall. With a feline stretch, the Prince would begin to shed slumber from his body and mind. His silvery eyes took in their first view of his bedroom, blinking as his pupils contracted from the light. Muscles laxing, he'd sigh pleasantly, sprawled across his satin bedclothes. Today was a very special day. The Guild would officially open, and he hoped that there would be many eager young men and women that had answered his call to rally.

Word had been spread not just in Decatur, but in many neighboring kingdoms. The son of the Rogue King would be starting a Guild in his father's honor. A Guild of adventurers whose names may someday be legend. He knew that it would surely cause a spark in his homeland. But he was going to be selective. One would definitely have to prove themselves worthy of becoming a Guildsmen.

Sitting up, he stretched one more time and then scratched his black-haired head. A yawn drifted from his lips, and then he hopped up onto his feet. His dress today had to be exceptional if he wanted to make the best impression on the new recruits. There was much for him to prove....to everyone. A fine linen shirt, the color of fresh cream, slipped on over his head and down his torso. The sleeves were long and frilled at the wrist, adding the necessary flair. The rose quartz amulet around his neck was tucked into safety beneath the fabric. Then, a form-fitting vest of cerulean velvet was set into place over top of his shirt. The buttons were polished silver, and there was silver embroidery in a vine pattern throughout the garment.

Next, he selected a pair of creamy hose, sewn thick at the bottom of his feet for he intended on wearing boots that day. Then caramel colored breeches slid up his legs and were promptly zipped and buttoned. Lastly, a pair of fine leather boots that fitted up to his knee, measured precisely to the contours of his feet. Moving to his jewelry case, he slipped on the signet ring of his monarchy on its rightful finger, and added a thick golden band with a ruby centered in it on his right ring finger. A pair of leather riding gloves, the same shade as his boots, were tucked into a pocket.

With a final glance at himself in the looking glass, he noticed his hair was a fright, and he quickly brushed it into shiny complacency. At long last, he was ready to greet the day. Exiting his apartments, he made his way down the stairs and into the gathering hall. Breakfast time! He smiled handsomely at Greta and Greg when he entered, and picked a table out to sit at.

"Hullo, majesty. Don't want to eat in your room this mornin'?" The pint-sized female chirped at him, her rosy cheeks flushing as she curtsied.

"Not this morning, Greta. Today is the day that the Guild opens, and if I want my men to respect me, I must show them that I can eat with them despite being their better." His expression was radiant with enthusiasm, not a single tone of snobbery in it. The words themselves could be taken in a wrong way, but the look on his face and the tone of his voice was quite the opposite. "Might I just have two eggs, and a slice of ham. A commoner's breakfast would be the perfect start! And a cup of tea, no honey, just some milk."

The little halfling looked somewhat surprised, but she nodded her head and went to fetch her master's breakfast. They were used to his peculiar behavior for the most part, but there were still times when he caught them off-guard.

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Bardious Cain made his way up the path all of his tools he brought with him clanking as he did he had be traveling a long way from his homeland and was begining to feel the strain that comes when a person has been traveling and a stop would be welcome.

And then he could see it the guild hall he stopped and inhaled through his nose a rabbit running across the path as he did. He ran a look at the guild hall and thought to himself. "A quaint place but we'll see if the peoples manners reflect what the outside looks like." He set down the path again and walked up to the door balled up his fist and gave three knocks the door opened and a butler ushered him in.

Bardious walked inside and looked around "Nice place." he thought to himself "I wonder where the smithy is." With another glance around he decided to wait until someone came to greet him.

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Bjurnhir walked down the road with the sights on the guild hall. All he could think about was to finally sit down and have a giant steak and a big jug of beer. The thought alone made it water in his mouth. He used his pelt mantle as a bag to carry his armor and books in. SOme cursed bandits ripped his old bag to shreds in an atempt to take the gold he possible was carrying.

When he finally reached the gates of the guild hall he could put down he's temporary bag and knock on the door. His red robe was warm and the big leather boots with steel toes wasn't made for walking. A butler opened the door and Bjurnhir muttered a greating before making his way inside.
Better wait here 'till sumone comes and greets mi He tought and scratched his head with his hammer. He noticed that he wasn't the only one waiting for.. who ever it was that wanted people to come here.

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Before too long, his desired breakfast was placed before him, and after a chipper "Thank you!" to Greta, he descended upon it with gusto. However...about halfway through his meal, he heard a noise. At this point, there was no sweeter sound in the world! That of....

The butler ushering someone in...and was that..not one, but two pairs of feet?!

With a clang, the fork was promptly released from his hand. The napkin was hastily swept up into his hand so that he could render his face crumb-free before it was tossed down onto the table. Pushing himself onto his feet, he made his way to the atrium to greet his guests!

Appearing in the doorway, he would lift his chin and bring forth his regal aura. "Welcome to the Hall for the Guild of Heroes. I am Crown Prince Alexander Sciris Barkov, Guild Leader." He paused now to wait for their respects and introductions.

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Bjurnhir looked with mixed feelings at the young man who had made that big entrance. He doubted that the nobleman could lead these simple wanderers. But only time could tell, and if it's something a dwarf had. It was time. He stepped forward and dropped his ''bag'' to the ground.
'' Greetings Prince, I'm Bjurnhir frum Hir Hall and thank ye fur the warm welcome'' He said and put his pipe between his lips.

(Sorry that it's a little short but there's nothing more i can add ^^)

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The dwarf was the first to respond...DWARF! Dwarves weren't very common in Decatur, but while at court he did meet a few of them. It made him feel momentarily ashamed that he didn't know much about dwarf culture or lore. How was he ever supposed to appear competent in front of his fellow Guildsmen if he didn't have some kind of empathy for their race?!

Blinking for a moment, the charm switch flicked back on. "Bjurnhir of Hir Hall, you are most welcome! Have you come to answer my call to greatness and join my extrodinary league?"

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Bjurnhir smiled and removed the pipe from between his lips.
'' Aye! I'm here to answer ye call '' He said and put back the pipe in his mouth again. The human tradition of bowing wasn't anything that appeal to Bjurnhir and weren't going to pick up the habit, so he just nodded towards the prince. He doubted that the Prince knew much about the history and tradition of Hir Hall due to hit being off limits to the world. shielded inside their mountains, long way from any other kingdom.

But he looked like someone that were eager to learn and Bjurnhir guessed that he would have to tell the history of his people someday, might as well be to a human prince

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Kinne sighed deeply, near the back. She couldn't think of any method to tell people her actual name that she could actually do at that moment. She supposed it was going to be another while of being called Mute. She stepped forward until she was within easy sight. She very slowly went through the gestures, sometimes substituting difficult ones for ones that could be decoded without past knowledge of sign language. She pointed at herself, to indicate "I", then gestured her throat, before shaking her head, to indicate "Mute". Together, these gestures meant "I am Mute", and she went on to a different sentence. She signed "I" again, then pulled a small broach from one of her bags. This broach was carried by all Lorinth physicians, as a symbol of their skill, so holding it up indicated both "from Lorinth" and "a physician".

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A radiant smile filled up his features. "Most excellent, Sir! Come, and I will-..." It was then that he noticed that there were even MORE people in the room. Quite the head count actually! 6...and they just opened the door this morning! He knew that the Guild was going to be successful, but this was already exceeding his expectations! His eyes became glossy for a moment, and he sucked a breath in to puff out his chest in pride.

Then a young man came to bow in front of him. A wizard he said. Magic was not his strong suit in the least, so this was a boone. "Griffon of Triknos, you're skills will be most welcome here. I'm glad to make your acquaintance." He gestured with his hand that the mage was free to rise from his supplicated position.

His silvery eyes now moved to land on the knight. A man after his own heart! Living by the sword with honor! "The crown accepts, Sir Calvin. Warrior Medic, you say?" His fingers moved to rest on his chin for a moment. "I had not considered the necessity of medical personnel, but you seem to have reminded me! I shall be speaking to your further on the subject, good sir."

Nextly, he addressed the blacksmith, and his tone became all business. "Bardious Cain, you are going to find your hands quite full, it seems. I'm going to require examples of your work for my inspection. If I find your skills satisfactory, your acceptance will be immediate." He finished with a curt smile and tilt of his head.

There were two females that were also in the room. Thank goodness, he was starting to think that the Guild would be filled with nothing BUT men. He didn't want things to be non-diversified here. One looked....well, feral, for lack of a better word. As she had not yet come to address him he would not approach her. It wouldn't be proper. However, one of them did come forward and began gesturing with her hands. She pointed at herself, and he nodded his understanding. Then to her throat. "Oh, you cannot speak." The broach was presented and he leaned over to inspect it. "You're a Lorinth physician?" He looked up at her face, his look crestfallen. That was rather impressive. Unable to speak, but bore the mark of a qualified healer. Wonderful, what a story of triumph she must have to tell, but the tragedy of her being unable to tell it! It was almost enough to make him flush.

"Your abilities will be most needed. Sir Calvin! Come make the acquaintance of..." He paused for a moment, how could he find out her name? "What is your name, miss? I could get you paper, you could write it down for us! GRETA! I NEED PAPER AND A PEN THIS INSTANT!" He took up the mute girl's hand in one of his own and gently patted it with the other. "Some may treat you as lesser because of your inability to speak but you shall not find such cruelty in my hall." He declared passionately before using his free hand to gesture towards the Warrior Medic. "Sir Calvin is also of the healing persuasion so you two can work together to care for all of our fellow Guildsmen....GRETA!!!"

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"Bardious Cain, you are going to find your hands quite full, it seems. I'm going to require examples of your work for my inspection. If I find your skills satisfactory, your acceptance will be immediate."

Bardious looked up from the hammer he was holding. "Well i have some examples right here." He turned to his pack he had set down and pulled a few weapons out and laid them out on the table pointing to each weapon he explain what they are made from and for. "This pair of dual swords are my pride and joy made these from Ridor stone it looks like obsidian but its almost unbreakable as diamond these are worth my weight in gold." he went to the next one. "This great axe was made for a dwarfen warrior by the name of Modimer you can see that from the shortness of the hilt and the custom runes he had implemented." Then walked over to the last one. "This shield was gonna be for a human bounty hunter he didn't want to pay the fee i demanded and tried to take it by force and that was when the pair of dual swords i mentioned earlier came in to play"

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Kinne nodded when the prince figured out what she was saying, glad that he was smart enough to figure out what she was actually saying. She followed his eyes to the knight in the room, whom seemed to be called Sir Calvin, wondering why they should meet. She noticed that prince Alexander stopped mid-sentence, trying to think of how she could tell them her name. She was just about to sign "writing" when he suggested the idea of writing it down. Kinne smiled when he said that she would not be treated badly in the guild hall, and patted her hand. Truth be told, her inability to speak, and, by extension, to scream, had singled her out as a perfect victim a few times, but her swift feet had saved her just as often. She jumped a bit when he shouted suddenly for a "Greta", whom she assumed was a servant, or a maid of some description. When he explained about Sir Calvin being another physician, she nodded her understanding of why she needed to meet him. She curtsied slightly, as she was fairly sure that was what was proper to do when meeting a knight.

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Adriac Veras dismounted outside of the Guild Hall and left his horse in the stables outside, then walked up the the doors. It was huge building, and it seemed no expense was spared in its construction. Adriac never understood why the appearance of one's abode mattered so much, but he decided not to rush to conclusions after the Guild until he had more knowledge. He knocked on the door.

A butler opened the door for him, and seemed unimpressed, but was still nice and cordial, welcoming Adriac inside and showing him to the meeting place. The reason the butler was so unimpressed by Adriac, was probably that this was a guild for heroes..and he didn't look like much of a hero. Surely, this butler had seen many larger figures with nice weapons and armor..or some sort of obvious strength or magical ability that made them fitting of the title this guild would bestow. Adriac was small in stature, did not look battle-tested, and was dressed in simple clothing. His armor was on, but was under the tunic and breeches he wore. His two handaxes were visible on his sides, but other than that..nobody could see much about him that looked heroic.

Unlike the others, Adriac didn't rush over to make himself known to the Prince who was obviously in charge here. Instead, he waited in the back and watched as each person introduced themselves. He studied them, studied the Prince, and paid attention to every detail that could be important soon. Were they arrogant? Were they greedy? Why were they here? Adriac didn't want to ask each person, but this was an easy way to figure out what each of his possibly-future-guildmates were like.

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Kinne almost laughed at being called a fair maiden, simply because of how odd it sounded to her to get called that. She felt a tap on her shoulder, and turned to see whom she assumed to be "Greta", as the woman was holding a pen and some paper. She handed the paper to Kinne, who nodded and mouthed a thank you, before Greta turned and walked out the door. She turned the paper, resting it on one hand and scribbling down her name with the other. Her handwriting was rather spidery, but it was very readable, unlike some notes to herself she'd written about patients. Even she herself hadn't been able to decipher some of those. When finished, Kinne turned the paper so that it faced away from her, so people could see her name. To make sure, she pointed to herself, then to the paper, to signal that what she had written was her name.