Guild Ties Role-Play

Guild Ties Starter

A brief summary of current events, as well as the starting conditions for each character will be posted below when the role-play is ready to begin.  Please remember, when role-playing in Guild Ties, to use time, location, and attention stamps.  Although these stamps are not required, they will make the job for the RPM 100% easier to navigate through and to understand.  Thank you.



Post Colors

Character Color Codes
cc3300	Yuzu, the Gunpowder Witch	@Ink
0066ff	Ryūko, the Swordeater	@Ink
cc99cc	Silk, the Child of Arachne	@Ink
cc9999	Kaimele Manistique	@xenolion
cc6600	Jacobi Rovengo	@xenolion
6633ff	Daisan Zeruko	@xenolion
ff9900	Claire Alexandra Lokhorst	@Luna
ff3366	Rocket Cerabella Linelliese	@RadioTanuki
cc0033	Juliette Napolitano	@JulietHasAGun
cc9900	Hamlet Napolitano	@JulietHasAGun
ff3333	Nymeria Sonata	@Goetia
9933ff	Edel Sonata	@Goetia
00CC66	Ryla Tarslen	@HikariKuragari
9999ff	Ryushi Hirose	@HikariKuragari
4A966F	Xiax	@MethosArchaic
3788ec	Nadleeh Thessalonica	@JerriLeah7
00ccff	Sonja	@Phirron
7272ff	Corona	@Phirron
787776	Zero	@LightningFang
ff0a02	Elizabeth Scarlet	@LightningFang

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#Guild_Villain

There is a long, dimly lit corridor made fully of stone, complete with arrow slits and torches.  Specifically, this narrow walkway is a bridge that serves to connect two castle towers, resting above the gateway entrance to a rather grand castle.    Within this thin, but strongly built structure, the slow tap-tapping can be heard as a man walks within this place, echoing throughout the stone and reverberating quite loudly to indicate further that he is quite alone.

The sun has filled the sky with its light, casting rays of narrow shine within, upwards towards the ceiling.  As he walks through, spot after spot of light splashes upon his cheek, warming it and temporarily reflecting into his teal eyes and lighting up his blonde hair again and again.  He pays it no mind, his right arm lifted up and elbow bent as his fingers reach out to run along each stone and through each arrow loop as he passes it.  The soft sound of his skin running along the stone cannot be heard over those crisp footfalls.

Finally, he reaches the corridor's end.  Opening the door before him, he steps through and into the tower, circular stone steps greeting him on either side of the flat platform where the door meets the side of the tall tower.  He turns right, going upwards, leaning into the railway on his left as he trails up the steps, the torches along the walls lighting his way alone, now that the arrow slits are gone.  The man takes his time, his white and gold-trimmed cloak just short enough that it will not impede his travels.  

As he reaches the top of the tower, another man is looking out of a merlon at the front of the tower's top, facing away from him.  He knows he has come up, the opening from the stairs now loudly agape behind him.  Rather, this man is standing upon the merlon as he looks out, wind brushing his robes behind him along with his medium-length, pale-blue hair.  The shadows cast from the sun that he gazes into make him appear so dark and mysterious.  

The wind is fierce up here, thrashing against robes and cloak alike with the ferocity similar to a nearby storm.  However, clouds are thin and sparse, arguing against such weather.  The man waits, at first, for the gazer to finish what he's doing.  However, the gazer never turns to greet him, nor acknowledge his presence.  The time for waiting soon passes and finally, the cloaked, blond figure speaks, approaching the edge of the structure and the figure with a slow pace before resting one hand upon a nearby battlement.  

"I have given you three weeks," He says, "A gift for all you have given me.  To my chagrin, I have grown impatient."

The man turns, using the battlements at either side as he bends down to grip against and come down into the tower's central ceiling, his floor.  His white eyes make him appear blind, but he is anything but.  He looks tired--no, exhausted.  The dark rings around his eyes and the cracks appearing upon his face both hint at the amount of mana he has been using, pushing his body to its limit again and again.  Still, regardless the damage taken, he's still somehow managing to look classy in his rich robes, with the his sword of honour resting with promise upon his back.

"I have found two upon one person--two of genuine make.  You must make haste, however, for soon she will have only one."  The Gazer says tiredly.

The cloaked figure smiles, his hands clasping behind his back as his posture straightens and his eyes light up with a new fire, a new excitement.  His short, blonde hair is softened from the sun's gaze, giving way to hints of a red hue buried within his genetics.  The Gazer has never before seen him looks so positively malicious and it sends a shiver down his spine as he is promptly soaked with unease.

With a little laughter, the cloaked man says, "Name her."

The Gazer says, "Ryla Tarslen of Sheherazade."

[ATTN: Silk, Sonja, Rocket] --Quinsenterra Guild Hall; 10AM

As Ruoh moves to the Guild's entrance, it is not long before he sees Silk waiting, a book in hand with her proper pose and her spider-like gaze.  He smiles at her, looking her over with analysis as he tries to adjust to her strange appearance.  It won't take too long, but luckily, time will allow him to look at her and see only the beauty of her, rather than the difference and strangeness.  He looks forward to the day that he can, because strangeness can distract and deceive, confuse and misrepresent.  

She bows to him, tipping her hat and greeting him respectfully.  His golden gaze meets her gaze after he bows in response, his own hat in hand.  As he stands properly again, he returns her greeting, "I am quite well--I slept rather splendidly, Lady Silk.  Thank you for asking!  How are you today?"


[ATTN: Yuzu] --Walsh Guild Hall; 7AM

Zarkas nods, "Yep, I'll be there--and I'll have both of your backs.  No worries, there.  And yeah...I think I'd like to know what we are doing, too."

Attica nods, "I am going after a Dark Ascension member...he's known as Ravage.  Have you heard of him?"

Zarkas almost chokes on his green tea, but he stops himself just before, eyes wide and glass slapping down onto the table as he shakes his head, his hand on his chest from the shock of almost choking to death on his drink.  When he swallows, he shakes his head again with disbelief, "You're kidding?  Please tell me you're kidding."

Attica frowned, "I'm sorry, but I'm not.  Lady Aurella approved this.  I'm taking down Ravage--with or without your help."


[ATTN:  Gale] --Rhodes Guild Hall; 11AM

Connor is in his seat when the letter arrives--his big chair that is placed within the training hall.  He watches others train, but mostly to make them nervous.  He'll make occasional expressions and sounds--some of approval and some of disapproval.  A lot of it is genuine feedback, but the purpose behind it is mostly to get into their heads.  They mustn't be distracted when they battle--and a Guild Master is a huge distraction.

Sealed with the wax symbol of Infinite Edge, he opens it without hesitation.  It can only be from Ilyana or Kennot and Kennot is quite unlikely.  Reading it, he finds a comforting familiarity from the woman's handwriting.  It's strange--he's had little contact with her in most cases.  Still, she was always a sort of beacon of hope for him.  With a smile, he looks over at Gale and speaks his name, beckoning him over with a wave of his fingers.

"Your Guild Master has instructions for you," Connor says, "Well, for the both of us.  Are you ready to go on a trip?"


[ATTN: Xiax, Hamlet, Zero, Juliette, Claire] --Southern Wilderness; 4PM

The day carries on, the sun shines brightly down upon five horses that carry a group of members upon their backs with a steady, but fast pace.  The insignias upon the horses scream of the Infinity Edge Guild--members and magi out upon a mission of their own.  It will be a long day's journey to be sure.  However, just as time passes, casual conversation drops amidst the sounds of hooves as they make their way as quick as they can upon the grassy fields and upon a thin, dirt road that lightly guides them.

Here and there, houses are seen, most in the distance, but a few nearby.  Farms and orchards, lands of all kinds, it is never too far gone before another sign of life pops up into view.  A few people wave at the travelers as they go by, smiles on their faces as they recognize the Gulid Symbols that glow upon the horses.  When hours have been stripped away from a group, a small hut can be found for the first time in quite a while, as forests have now been passing, but outside of the hut that sat within the forest's opening, a well with water aplenty to give to the horses that must be rather thirsty by now.  As the group halts, an old man is already outside of this hut, a bucket of water in hand, gesturing to halt them so that he may do this service for them.

Although the old man is cloaked and hooded, his age is apparent in his hands and in his hunched, bony posture as he sets a bucket down in front of Hamlet's horse--he was the one in front, after all.  The Horse greedily begins to drink and the old man chuckles a little as he says, "I've got more buckets for the lot, I'll go to fetch them."


[ATTN: Chirron, Ryushi] --White Cross Guild Hall; 4PM

Nadleeh rushes into the Guild Hall, throwing open the front doors and scrambling upon the floor with her book crooked into one arm and her other hand upon her large collar, pulling it down beneath her chin as she breathes arduously from the run.  She feels choked by her clothing of choice, the armor also wearing her down, but she doesn't have time to listen to her body.  Her countenance is covered in panic, her posture in fear as she sprints across the hall and ignores all of those speaking to her with alarm.

She makes it to Ryushi's office, banging upon the door heavily with frantic and then thrusting the door open without waiting for a response.  She deeply hopes that he's okay for her entrance, but she doesn't have time to wait for his permission, as disrespectful as it may be.  With heavy breathing she just barely utters Ryushi's name before dropping her holy scripture upon his desk and then dry heaving as she bends over, her hands clasping to her knees as she struggles to breathe and think clearly from all that running.

When the dry heaving stops, she stands up straighter, tears in her eyes as she speaks with a rushed whisper, "We can't wait.  The nightfall will bring the entire end of that village, Ryushi--I guarantee it.  We have to do something and we have to do it, now.  I'm not strong enough to deal with this on my own."


More to Come

{ATTN: Open to guild members
Sheherazade Guild Hall	07:00

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{ATTN: Open }
Star Sound guild hall	06:00 – 08:00

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[ATTN: Ryla] Sheherazade Guild Hall; 2PM

Iasrite is awake, speaking with Miriam and Rodimus over all of the various tasks that have been unloaded upon him.  Of course, it didn't take long for the conversation to devolve into distaste regarding the Unfortunate Thirteen--controlling assholes, if there's ever been any.  At least, that's as far as Iasrite is concerned.  Rodimus seems like a good lad, too.  It's a shame that he'll only be here for a while longer.  The man has his own guild to look after, so it is inevitable.  He's got a lot of good tips, which Iasrite is quick to write down.  Miriam hasn't been too helpful on a lot of areas, but she's certainly kind and most relieved that he's here.

As the afternoon makes its way upon the day, Iasrite begins to discuss other things with Rodimus over lunch, though Miriam is now long gone with other duties upon her mind and focus.  The discussion moves to his office after they've eaten and Rodimus mentions the keys...something he knows very vaguely about.  "The keys were vessels of the Shazeer," Iasrite says finally and Rodimus look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing has ever linked them before--how do you know that?"  Rodimus asks him.

Iasrite says, "I have seen a key in Shazeer ruins before...well, a picture of one.  It was very old and mostly damaged, but the overall shape and design of them remained.  It is clear that the Shazeer people knew of and possibly even created them."

Rodimus leans back in his chair, his hands crossed over his lap, "I see.  Interesting.  When I copied them, I felt strange.  It was the weirdest job experience I've ever had, to this day."

"By what means?"  Iasrite asks curiously.

"By every means," Rodims replies darkly, "I felt like I was being watched.  Everything that could go wrong in my forge did.  It took a hell of a lot longer to make them than it should have.  It was if I was being sabotaged and yet, I never left the place.  I never saw a soul, I never felt magic.  It was all superstitious, I suppose."


[ATTN:  Kaimele] --Star Sound Guild Hall; 8AM - 12PM

Several hours are spent with a good friend of the Cryes--a visitor of sorts.  He had instant messaging abilities that went across an impressive range, which made it possible for Lord Crye to get all of the permissions that he needed within the span of a few mere hours.  He has Kaimele organizing her own room, for the time being--customizing it, as it were, with the assistance of Lady Crye.  The twins are out and about, within Terrenia city.  They are using their charm to get what is needed whilst the discussions with the council and Orea continue on.  

At first, there was much displeasure, distrust, and distaste--from all sides, save for Reese, but somehow, the man sweetened their tones with his own charm, bringing to light all of the mutual benefits with guarantees of specific compromises, offers of protection, and more.  Like any diplomat, he seals the deal--but of course, it does take such a long time and it was quite dreary to him, even with Lord Crye to help him out.  When the decision is made and all is final, Lord Crye begins to send out orders to workers--dozens of them now meant to travel and assist Orea with building the new, nearby structure that the Guild would soon call home.

When the orders are sent, both for workers and resource deliveries alike, champagne is poured and Kaimele is summoned back down for a celebratory toast and a few snacks are handed out as the twins finally arrive with new clothes for themselves and Kaimele--both traveling and non-traveling, it would seem.  When they drinks are passed and they make their toast to victory, Reese finally says, "I think it is time for us to do our first Guild Quest.  What do you guys say?  We could do it together."


[ATTN: Daisan] --Wilderness Near Sheherazade; 7AM - 12PM

Daisan has headed out upon the road, the wilderness greeting him as he rides along upon a Guild Horse with great speed, rushing his morning away into the past as he gets ever closer to his goal.  Although only a few hours have passed, it almost feels like it has been days.  No visitors pass by--but there is very little life around Sheherazade, save for the very city that it resides over and protects.  The ruins are sacred and must be kept, so the Guild lets only those who obtain a permit obtain a home in this section of the continent.

Although it seems rather rude and elitist, the only intention behind the permits is for the preservation and protection of Shazeer ruiins and artifacts.  Those who obtain permits give their written word that they will leave these places and spaces untouched and that no home or landowner will dig down into the ground, to prevent any such damage to tunnels and other shazeer passageways.  

When noon takes hold of the day, Daisan is stopped by a young lady, waving her hand into the air upon the road with a basket crooked over one arm and a small child's hand in the other.  They appear to be riding a single horse together--but it has stopped to drink at a very small pond.  With a smile, the woman waits for Diasan to stop before speaking to him wit a small and polite curtsy.

"Hello, traveler," She says, "I see you are of Sheherazade and I hoped you'd be willing to dine with us for lunch--my little boy here is very hungry, but I won't feel safe stopping for a meal by the road by ourselves."


[ATTN: Jacobi] --Chanda Lake, Aboard The Fetarrus; 8AM - 4PM

The Fetarrus is a large ship--speedy and efficient with a bit of steam-powered assistance to help it along.  It's a very new ship, sent straight from Intercon Industries--a "beta ship," as some have called it.  Jacobi was able to catch a ride due to his reputation alone, though the Captain was happy to have him aboard, rather than scared.  Primarily, if there's a fierce warrior like him on board, it'll be far less likely to be looted or raided by Pirates and that's good news for him.  The Captain has been smiling all morning over it.

When noon approaches, the outer crew can see travelers off in the distance--so far out, in fact, that only a telescope can reveal the figures to their vaguest of detail.  A group of people on their horses, the number unknown.  They were obviously traveling north, just along the shores of the lake's eastern edge.  The captain pays them no mind--they are far too off and many, many hours away.  They wouldn't reach them until nighttime, if they both kept their current course.  When afternoon brings shadows from the day, the sun's reflection upon the water's surface is somewhat blinding but it's not until late afternoon that the light dims enough to reveal the travelers with slight more clarity.

A group of five on horses, surely--Guild Horses.  By the colors and the direction from which they are traveling, it is most likely that they are Infinity Edge.  My, there's quite a few Guild members out upon their quests on this day.  As the Captain comes back out upon the deck once more, looking through his telescope to get a good look, he is relieved to see that no troubles seem to be nearby.  Jacobi looks restless.

The Captain approaches him, placing his hands upon the railing of the boat's outer rim, "You seem quite ready to be done with this lake..."


[ATTN: Nymeria, Sylmeria, Ryuko] --Chanda Lake Shore; 12PM - 4PM

The small group that follows Ilyana travels with her for much of the afternoon after a short lunch break, which consisted of lunch bags that had been snuck into their packs and made by Hamlet.  Ilyana's eyebrow lifted with speculation at that, clearly not used to such odd expressions of fondness, but she didn't complain.  They stopped to eat and drink upon blankets, a short picnic along the shore, if you will,  Then, they continued on, marching along the shore and watching as the speck in the water became larger and larger--if only slightly so.  A boat or ship, to be sure, but it's too far out to clearly discern.

Ilyana silently wishes that she had a magnifying ability, so as to see further out to greater distances with better detail.  It would certainly have made all the travels in her life far simpler, but alas, her only gift was that bond with the Archon--one she'd gladly trade with just about anyone, sometimes...

As the afternoon grows nearer, she tires of the silence, looking to Ryuko and speaking softly to her as her horse slows down to move to Ryuko's pace, "Tell me about your home."


[ATTN: Elizabeth] --Wilderness Near Darkness Shrouds; 7AM - 12PM

Reiza travels on for several hours until lunch arrives--a good time to stop.  She halts her horse, taking a seat upon a rather large rock next to the road so as to pull out her lunch bag from her backpack and begin to eat a pre-made ration sandwich.  It doesn't take long for her to get comfortable, taking a swig from her canteen before finally looking around to see if Scarlet has stopped, too.  Looks like she's eating, too.  Good.

She had barely paid any attention to the girl during the whole trip, only occasionally looking back to make sure that Scarlet is still following and that's it. She wasn't overly concerned for her--Scarlet could take care of herself. However, Reiza's mind tends to ramble when she travels, moving off to day dreams, soul wishes, and ponders over the possibilities of the future. Of course, this also sadly meant that she rarely paid much attention to her surroundings, but it's whatever.

After a few bites, she finally speaks for the first time during their trip, "I need a lot of sleep.  So after it hits dark, I'll be sleeping early.  I hope that won't be a big issue for you.  If it is, well...you'll just have to deal with it.  I can't use my magic if I don't sleep enough.  So yeah."

{ATTN: Open, lady and son.
Wilderness near Sheherazade	07:00 – 12:00

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{ATTN: Open }
Star Sound guild hall	06:00 – 08:00

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{ATTN: Open }
Chanda Lake, Aboard The Fetarrus	08:00 – 16:00

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[ATTN: OPEN] --Rhodes Guild Hall; 11AM

Gale glumly walked up to Connor. Soot now blackened his hands and face. Each step made his skin burn. He felt like a child walking up to the guildmaster in such a state. When he arrived, he took a breath of resignation and focused, a thin film of water began to pool on his hands. He took the time to wash himself before addressing Connor.

"Glad to hear it, I'm ready," Gale bluffed. He was getting nowhere in that ring, and there's still work to be done.... Whether or not he could fight like the others."What are my orders?"

[td]4PM-5PM/td]

[ATTN: OPEN, XIAX, HAM, JULY, ZERO, CLAIRE, WEIRD OLD GUY]

Southern Wilderness

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