ThatOneOFFTopicPerson and Ergos has already ran through this with me. I will c/p it to save our time.
Ergos: After pointing to the red-blue banner, he moves himself to the Izzet guild's area to provide a closer perspective.
Me:
You approach the Izzet booth and your kin. As you stand marveling the new inventions, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see one of the members, looking at you with a cool excitement. “Didn’t think I’d see a fellow alchemist here,” he exclaims as he gestures at your (obviously alchemical to the trained eye) pack. My formal name is Arrnixxmonx, but at the L-O-A they call me Antimony. What’s yours?
E: “My name is Ergos. Tell me, what is this L-O-A you speak of? I am not familiar with the Izzet layout “
Me (Antimony): ”Oh, it’s the Labratory of Alchemy. Sorry, I always forget that you grads have no idea how Izzet works. We have sublabs all through the city-state, but they all feed through major labs and then to our guildhall of Nivix. Unless you’re working on a really special and secret project, you work on whatever’s going on in your field’s main laboratory. You know, if you join us, I think you’ll enjoy it. We understand if you want to switch guilds once you start. “
E: Ergos listens in detail to the person, showing an expression of interest and relief as they continue on. "Would it be uneccesary to ask how these projects are managed? I do see that this guild would fit for myself." Ergos is at ease with the sight of a fellow alchemist.
Me (A): “A wise question. You see, all affairs are ultimately controlled by the Firemind Niv-Mizzet, who you will see in a minute. He can promote any given project or prohibit it. Outside of that, it’s ultimately our choice.” Then he seems to grimace. “Although some guilds like to ‘rein us in’ and prohibit a very important project because... you know...” He looks into the distance.
E: Ergos nods in some agreement, yet he feels as though such guilds to prohibit a project of importantdetail is questionable to decline, "Well, I do believe the ceremony may begin soon, thank you for the knowledge you have vested in my thoughts to consider, I will look forward to what your guild has for me to discover and aid through my thinking." His voice trails off as he leaves abruptly with no other questions, he moves through the crowd to see himself back in the area the group of friends congregated in.
Valen, a powerfully-built human with scars that crisscross his entire body, walks forward. He moves resolutely towards the Boros Legion. He has a glaive in one hand, using it as a walking staff.
"I would like to apply here." He states as he reaches the booth.
A stout man with a fiery beard steps forward. “Welcome to the Boros Legion, how cann..” He stops and looks stunned. “Woah, is that a glaive?! It’s been ages since I’ve seen one of those. Where did ye get it?”
"An old friend of mine crafted it for me." Valen says as he runs a hand up and down the polished wood of the weapon's shaft. "An old dwarf artificer." He nods to the booth. "What do I need to do to sign up here? I would love to train with a weaponsmaster to refine my skills once accepted."
”[response]. Well, our weapons master would certainly be avid to train ye skills with this. We haven’t seen a glaive-wielder in quite a while.”
Valen, a powerfully-built human with scars that crisscross his entire body, walks forward. He moves resolutely towards the Boros Legion. He has a glaive in one hand, using it as a walking staff.
"I would like to apply here." He states as he reaches the booth.
A stout man with a fiery beard steps forward. “Welcome to the Boros Legion, how cann..” He stops and looks stunned. “Woah, is that a glaive?! It’s been ages since I’ve seen one of those. Where did ye get it?”
"An old friend of mine crafted it for me." Valen says as he runs a hand up and down the polished wood of the weapon's shaft. "An old dwarf artificer." He nods to the booth. "What do I need to do to sign up here? I would love to train with a weaponsmaster to refine my skills once accepted."
”[response]. Well, our weapons master would certainly be avid to train ye skills with this. We haven’t seen a glaive-wielder in quite a while.”
Valen puts in his application and steps back. "When will I hear about my application then?" He asks as his eyes survey the other booths, then return to the man.
Sorry, there appears to be some inclarity about applications so it’s best I post the schedule for this.
Right now your characters are individually going to guilds they are interested. This is Phase 1. After everyone is finished/time runs out we move to Phase 2, where you will hear speeches from the guild masters and discuss as a group which guilds to join. Then Phase 3 (the most misunderstood) - you will be taken to what is essentially a voting booth and pick your guild (OOC you send me a PM of your guild pick). This is not something you have to worry about in Phase 1, and I will provide more details when we get there.
Shissina moves slowly, from shadow to shadow, she looks over her shoulder every so often, but she'll stop by the Dimir booth. Glancing back and forth at Azorious and Orzhov as well.
You feel someone tap your shoulder as you turn around and see a Dimir agent standing there. “Good sneaking skills - if it weren’t for our vital-tracking skills we would have no idea you were here. You have skills that would be good for the House of Dimir. Join us, and help us expose the truth.”
"What's in it for me beyond exposing the truth?"
“You mean besides the altruism of it all? Well, you may not become well-known by the public, but you’ll have some status behind it all. You want to become an Azorius legislator? A Boros commander? An Orzhov priest? Talk to us and we’ll see what we can do.
”And besides, we know what you’ve done, Shissina. We know everything. If you try to leave us, we’ll spill it all, and your life will be in vain. I hope you see that you don’t have a choice. Join Dimir.”
She smiles. "I'm home" she says as she goes to apply for house Dimir she whispers, "get me into Orzhov" before she takes her leave.
Shissina moves slowly, from shadow to shadow, she looks over her shoulder every so often, but she'll stop by the Dimir booth. Glancing back and forth at Azorious and Orzhov as well.
You feel someone tap your shoulder as you turn around and see a Dimir agent standing there. “Good sneaking skills - if it weren’t for our vital-tracking skills we would have no idea you were here. You have skills that would be good for the House of Dimir. Join us, and help us expose the truth.”
"What's in it for me beyond exposing the truth?"
“You mean besides the altruism of it all? Well, you may not become well-known by the public, but you’ll have some status behind it all. You want to become an Azorius legislator? A Boros commander? An Orzhov priest? Talk to us and we’ll see what we can do.
”And besides, we know what you’ve done, Shissina. We know everything. If you try to leave us, we’ll spill it all, and your life will be in vain. I hope you see that you don’t have a choice.
She smiles. "I'm home" she says as she goes to apply for house Dimir she whispers, "get me into Orzhov" before she takes her leave.
Any other questions/ conversations you want to have before posting FINISHED?
That’s everyone except for Silvercoins, who has not made any contact since we started. I have another player lined up who is ready to start, so I’ll give Silver till tonight at 11:59PM to make some indication of activity before replacing. (Nothing personal, I’d just like this to be timely)
A corpse like man shambles his way through the hall of banners. With thinning grey hair, and green stained pale blotched skin, Arthur was on the border of most social interaction, preferring to gather mushrooms for druidic alchemist rituals. An initial contestant for the Simic Combine, when they saw his filthy and wasted appearance, they turned him away. He then made his way to the black and green banners of the Golgari Swarm, and walked ahead.
A corpse like man shambles his way through the hall of banners. With thinning grey hair, and green stained pale blotched skin, Arthur was on the border of most social interaction, preferring to gather mushrooms for druidic alchemist rituals. An initial contestant for the Simic Combine, when they saw his filthy and wasted appearance, they turned him away. He then made his way to the black and green banners of the Golgari Swarm, and walked ahead.
(FINISHED)
Literally the most amazing and realistic thing ever. I won’t do the whole dialogue but the Golgari are basically janitorial so they wouldn’t mind filth. They’d just tell you that.
As you all finish your conversations and return together, you see the booths putting up little gates that block their entrances. You watch the gates, but keep feeling little trembles behind you. You turn around and see a gigantic platform that has a man with a mysterious blue hood standing on it next to a podium. He looks something like this:
He begins his speech. “He... hello. My name is Jace Beleren, Living Enforcer of the Guildpact. I stand here to welcome the guilds and inter...” He pauses to look at a symbol on his wrist. “I’m sorry everyone, I have to go now.” He suddenly vanishes and you can hear disgruntled ex-booth-managers, now spectators, mumbling something along the lines of “Flake. As usual.”
Another woman approaches the podium in his stead:
“I am Lavinia, Steward of the Living Guildpact. My apologies for my master’s sudden leave - as a Planeswalker he has the obligation to go across different universes and keep the balance - just as we hope to do here in Ravnica. This is why we host the annual Interguild Registration Ceremony to promote peaceful interaction between guilds. Now that this is said, I will stand back and let the guildmasters introduce themselves.”
Lavinia and her staffing lower the podium into the platform and leave it, leaving it completely flat. As this happens, you hear flapping. You ignore it at first, but then it gets louder and louder until it is all you hear. Then, you see a gigantic sphinx swoop down from the skies and onto the podium, creating an earsplitting boom.
She begins: “Greetings. I am Supreme Judge Isperia of the Azorius League. What do we need most in a new society? We need order, protection from those criminals who create disruption. I ask all brave graduates here today to serve our cause. Thank you for your time.”
She takes off into the skies and leaves, and the platform is empty and silent again. Then you see it: a beacon of light, dim at first, but growing brighter by the minute, until its brightness becomes all-encompassing. Then, the light vanishes as a new light appears: this one in the shape of a humanoid with wings. You readjust your eyes to the sight of a beautiful angel in full plate.
“I am Warleader Aurelia, leader of the Boros Legion. While I can sympathize with the Supreme Judge’s ideals, I find justice to be much more important. Laws and legalese are only manmade constructs that can be used to hold us back as well as push us forward. No matter what legalese the Senate produce, we swear we will always stand by the weak.”
She joins her angelic comrades on the Boros platform as a simple human enters the platform.
“I am Lazav, patron of House Dimir. I propose yet another virtue of humanity - truth. People can say they fight for honor or justice, but if there is no transparency, then it is inevitable that they give into corruption. This is why Dimir fights to find the truth in all things.”
As he leaves, another humanoid shape replaces him. However, the new one’s grotesqueness is almost dizzying:
“I apologize for my appearance - society tends to fear the dead. Let us not forget, however, humanity’s greatest power - resilience. No matter how strong of an issue we face, we always endure and carry on. Join the Golgari Swarm, and learn to overcome all things - even death.”
As he scuttles away, large booms can be heard in the distance. You turn towards the noise and see a towering cyclops lumbering its way towards the platform.
“I Boborygmos, chief of Burning Tree clan and leader of Gruul. Our greatest power is strength - both in body and in old ways. Join us to protect nature and old ways from city.”
He lumbers off again, returning to the rubblebelt (wilderness). As he does this you see members of the Gruul Clans cheer and cook their latest kill.
All goes still. It appears nothing is happening until you notice incessant whirring and clanging from the Izzet League bench. Then, a gigantic portal appears seemingly from the mundane ground. Once it hisses open, fire lights the sky and something soars over your head as a dragon with both red and blue scales hits the platform.
“In my circles, I am known as the Firemind Niv-Mizzet, one of the few remaining guild founders. Under my supervision, the Izzet work for the same goal they did those ten thousand years ago - to quench the need for technology and the need for creativity simoltaneously. Join the Izzet League and conquer the workings of the universe.”
Niv-Mizzet leaves to the ex-portal, now-podium to observe the remainder of the ceremony.
You turn back to the podium to observe a light similar to the Boros Legion. There do feel like there is some differences however - while the Boros light was blinding and hot, this light is cooler and conveys an overall feeling of majesty. Then, a humanoid with long black hair appears, and black, raven-styled wings thrust out from her back.
She begins her speech. “I thank the blessed family of Obzedat and the Orzhov Church for my presence here today. Whip the Obzedat were unable to be here today, they send me in their stead. What is great about humanity is our devotion and charity - we bond together and create one family that stays together through and through. If you plan on joining us, I’ll say in advance - welcome to the family.”
As soon as she flies off, the entire stage bursts into flames, drawing shocks from the crowd. The flames seem disorganized at first, but slowly round into circles as two pillars of fire appear, flanking a seeming pathway to the podium. Out from these two pillars a flaming scythe hurtles toward the crowd before returning to the hands of its owner - a towering demon with black wings, crimson skin, and an amused smile on his face.
“I know you’re thinking one of two things. 1: ‘Holy angels, a literal incarnation of evil just threw a weapon at me, get me the heck out of here.’ To that I say you’re no fun, and also incorrect: I’m not evil, I just like a good show. Or you’re thinking 2: ‘Holy angels, not another one, when will this freaking end.’ To that I agree with you. Join my Cult of Rakdos, and we can have some fun tonight and for the rest of eternity.” He leaps over to the Rakdos booth, destroys the statue of his likeness in the flames, and stands in its place, drawing mass applause from his followers.
The stage gets doused with water after his abrupt ending. At first you think it’s just to put out the flames, but as the flames vanish it keeps going, until a massive tree bursts out of the ground, looming with a feeling of awe and peace. From this tree you see three magical branches separate from the tree and hit the ground, growing into three fused dryads.
“We are the Trostani, voices of peace and nature in times of conflict. We value peaceabove all - which is why we work with The One, Mat’Selesyna, to spread it across Ravnica. Join the Selesnya Conclave to allow humanity to grow sturdy, strong, and wise.” They turn back into branches and the tree descends back into the ground. This time a humanoid enters the stage, no tricks involved. However, shocks still come from the crowd at her appearance - while not detestable, her appearance is rather inhuman: in fact, it’s fishlike.
“I will be brief as well. I am Prime Speaker Zegana of the Simic Combine. What humanity needs above all else is evolution - the only truly definable trait of humanity. This is why we work with biomancy - to advance the path of evolution to find places never thought to exist before. Join the Combine - and take the vehicle of biomancy on the path of evolution to the destination of your dreams.”
Then Lavinia comes back up and announces that you have time for deliberation.
Throughout the ceremony, Ergos shifts uncomfortably with the group, only managing to intently listen when the Izzet league's Firemind, Niv-Mizzet, appears, to which he shows some reverence for their ideals and timely introduction, afterwards commiting the Firemind's appearance and speech into mind while twirling a 2 feet tall spear, with some awkward disjointed parts on the middle staff, and the speartip seemingly retracting some of the entire pointed end. Eventually, he stows the spear and looks at everyone else expectantly, showing no sign of wanting to speak first.
Arthur watched the show, and received some information about the Golgari. Wandering back, he considered his overall role and where he might stand. He walks over to the back in the banner hall.
Ideally he'd like everyone to stay close, maybe get into 2-3 banners to form an alliance.
He thinks to himself, "Not everyone can agree on how things are done, but maybe what must be done can be established, and completed without conflict."
As to what three? He knows that: Green, Black, and Blue, banners all need either alchemists or druids to some capacity. As long as any one of the three are represented he might be ok.
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ThatOneOFFTopicPerson and Ergos has already ran through this with me. I will c/p it to save our time.
Ergos: After pointing to the red-blue banner, he moves himself to the Izzet guild's area to provide a closer perspective.
Me:
You approach the Izzet booth and your kin. As you stand marveling the new inventions, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see one of the members, looking at you with a cool excitement. “Didn’t think I’d see a fellow alchemist here,” he exclaims as he gestures at your (obviously alchemical to the trained eye) pack. My formal name is Arrnixxmonx, but at the L-O-A they call me Antimony. What’s yours?
E: “My name is Ergos. Tell me, what is this L-O-A you speak of? I am not familiar with the Izzet layout “
Me (Antimony): ”Oh, it’s the Labratory of Alchemy. Sorry, I always forget that you grads have no idea how Izzet works. We have sublabs all through the city-state, but they all feed through major labs and then to our guildhall of Nivix. Unless you’re working on a really special and secret project, you work on whatever’s going on in your field’s main laboratory. You know, if you join us, I think you’ll enjoy it. We understand if you want to switch guilds once you start. “
E: Ergos listens in detail to the person, showing an expression of interest and relief as they continue on. "Would it be uneccesary to ask how these projects are managed? I do see that this guild would fit for myself." Ergos is at ease with the sight of a fellow alchemist.
Me (A): “A wise question. You see, all affairs are ultimately controlled by the Firemind Niv-Mizzet, who you will see in a minute. He can promote any given project or prohibit it. Outside of that, it’s ultimately our choice.” Then he seems to grimace. “Although some guilds like to ‘rein us in’ and prohibit a very important project because... you know...” He looks into the distance.
E: Ergos nods in some agreement, yet he feels as though such guilds to prohibit a project of importantdetail is questionable to decline, "Well, I do believe the ceremony may begin soon, thank you for the knowledge you have vested in my thoughts to consider, I will look forward to what your guild has for me to discover and aid through my thinking." His voice trails off as he leaves abruptly with no other questions, he moves through the crowd to see himself back in the area the group of friends congregated in.
Also don’t forget to send me active PMs by tonight 11:59PM! We need two players
Edited. See previous.
"Very good." Valen says with a nod. "You still have not told me how to apply..."
Ok IC your character is basically going into a voting booth and picking their guild. OOC send me a PM for the guild
Still don't see it but no problem.
Valen puts in his application and steps back. "When will I hear about my application then?" He asks as his eyes survey the other booths, then return to the man.
Sorry, there appears to be some inclarity about applications so it’s best I post the schedule for this.
Right now your characters are individually going to guilds they are interested. This is Phase 1. After everyone is finished/time runs out we move to Phase 2, where you will hear speeches from the guild masters and discuss as a group which guilds to join. Then Phase 3 (the most misunderstood) - you will be taken to what is essentially a voting booth and pick your guild (OOC you send me a PM of your guild pick). This is not something you have to worry about in Phase 1, and I will provide more details when we get there.
She smiles. "I'm home" she says as she goes to apply for house Dimir she whispers, "get me into Orzhov" before she takes her leave.
Any other questions/ conversations you want to have before posting FINISHED?
finished
That’s everyone except for Silvercoins, who has not made any contact since we started. I have another player lined up who is ready to start, so I’ll give Silver till tonight at 11:59PM to make some indication of activity before replacing. (Nothing personal, I’d just like this to be timely)
A corpse like man shambles his way through the hall of banners. With thinning grey hair, and green stained pale blotched skin, Arthur was on the border of most social interaction, preferring to gather mushrooms for druidic alchemist rituals. An initial contestant for the Simic Combine, when they saw his filthy and wasted appearance, they turned him away. He then made his way to the black and green banners of the Golgari Swarm, and walked ahead.
(FINISHED)
Literally the most amazing and realistic thing ever. I won’t do the whole dialogue but the Golgari are basically janitorial so they wouldn’t mind filth. They’d just tell you that.
We have completed Phase 1. Now get ready for the longest text box you have ever seen.
Aight here we go
As you all finish your conversations and return together, you see the booths putting up little gates that block their entrances. You watch the gates, but keep feeling little trembles behind you. You turn around and see a gigantic platform that has a man with a mysterious blue hood standing on it next to a podium. He looks something like this:
He begins his speech. “He... hello. My name is Jace Beleren, Living Enforcer of the Guildpact. I stand here to welcome the guilds and inter...” He pauses to look at a symbol on his wrist. “I’m sorry everyone, I have to go now.” He suddenly vanishes and you can hear disgruntled ex-booth-managers, now spectators, mumbling something along the lines of “Flake. As usual.”
Another woman approaches the podium in his stead:
“I am Lavinia, Steward of the Living Guildpact. My apologies for my master’s sudden leave - as a Planeswalker he has the obligation to go across different universes and keep the balance - just as we hope to do here in Ravnica. This is why we host the annual Interguild Registration Ceremony to promote peaceful interaction between guilds. Now that this is said, I will stand back and let the guildmasters introduce themselves.”
Lavinia and her staffing lower the podium into the platform and leave it, leaving it completely flat. As this happens, you hear flapping. You ignore it at first, but then it gets louder and louder until it is all you hear. Then, you see a gigantic sphinx swoop down from the skies and onto the podium, creating an earsplitting boom.
She begins: “Greetings. I am Supreme Judge Isperia of the Azorius League. What do we need most in a new society? We need order, protection from those criminals who create disruption. I ask all brave graduates here today to serve our cause. Thank you for your time.”
She takes off into the skies and leaves, and the platform is empty and silent again. Then you see it: a beacon of light, dim at first, but growing brighter by the minute, until its brightness becomes all-encompassing. Then, the light vanishes as a new light appears: this one in the shape of a humanoid with wings. You readjust your eyes to the sight of a beautiful angel in full plate.
“I am Warleader Aurelia, leader of the Boros Legion. While I can sympathize with the Supreme Judge’s ideals, I find justice to be much more important. Laws and legalese are only manmade constructs that can be used to hold us back as well as push us forward. No matter what legalese the Senate produce, we swear we will always stand by the weak.”
She joins her angelic comrades on the Boros platform as a simple human enters the platform.
“I am Lazav, patron of House Dimir. I propose yet another virtue of humanity - truth. People can say they fight for honor or justice, but if there is no transparency, then it is inevitable that they give into corruption. This is why Dimir fights to find the truth in all things.”
As he leaves, another humanoid shape replaces him. However, the new one’s grotesqueness is almost dizzying:
“I apologize for my appearance - society tends to fear the dead. Let us not forget, however, humanity’s greatest power - resilience. No matter how strong of an issue we face, we always endure and carry on. Join the Golgari Swarm, and learn to overcome all things - even death.”
As he scuttles away, large booms can be heard in the distance. You turn towards the noise and see a towering cyclops lumbering its way towards the platform.
“I Boborygmos, chief of Burning Tree clan and leader of Gruul. Our greatest power is strength - both in body and in old ways. Join us to protect nature and old ways from city.”
He lumbers off again, returning to the rubblebelt (wilderness). As he does this you see members of the Gruul Clans cheer and cook their latest kill.
All goes still. It appears nothing is happening until you notice incessant whirring and clanging from the Izzet League bench. Then, a gigantic portal appears seemingly from the mundane ground. Once it hisses open, fire lights the sky and something soars over your head as a dragon with both red and blue scales hits the platform.
“In my circles, I am known as the Firemind Niv-Mizzet, one of the few remaining guild founders. Under my supervision, the Izzet work for the same goal they did those ten thousand years ago - to quench the need for technology and the need for creativity simoltaneously. Join the Izzet League and conquer the workings of the universe.”
Niv-Mizzet leaves to the ex-portal, now-podium to observe the remainder of the ceremony.
You turn back to the podium to observe a light similar to the Boros Legion. There do feel like there is some differences however - while the Boros light was blinding and hot, this light is cooler and conveys an overall feeling of majesty. Then, a humanoid with long black hair appears, and black, raven-styled wings thrust out from her back.
She begins her speech. “I thank the blessed family of Obzedat and the Orzhov Church for my presence here today. Whip the Obzedat were unable to be here today, they send me in their stead. What is great about humanity is our devotion and charity - we bond together and create one family that stays together through and through. If you plan on joining us, I’ll say in advance - welcome to the family.”
As soon as she flies off, the entire stage bursts into flames, drawing shocks from the crowd. The flames seem disorganized at first, but slowly round into circles as two pillars of fire appear, flanking a seeming pathway to the podium. Out from these two pillars a flaming scythe hurtles toward the crowd before returning to the hands of its owner - a towering demon with black wings, crimson skin, and an amused smile on his face.
“I know you’re thinking one of two things. 1: ‘Holy angels, a literal incarnation of evil just threw a weapon at me, get me the heck out of here.’ To that I say you’re no fun, and also incorrect: I’m not evil, I just like a good show. Or you’re thinking 2: ‘Holy angels, not another one, when will this freaking end.’ To that I agree with you. Join my Cult of Rakdos, and we can have some fun tonight and for the rest of eternity.” He leaps over to the Rakdos booth, destroys the statue of his likeness in the flames, and stands in its place, drawing mass applause from his followers.
The stage gets doused with water after his abrupt ending. At first you think it’s just to put out the flames, but as the flames vanish it keeps going, until a massive tree bursts out of the ground, looming with a feeling of awe and peace. From this tree you see three magical branches separate from the tree and hit the ground, growing into three fused dryads.
“We are the Trostani, voices of peace and nature in times of conflict. We value peace above all - which is why we work with The One, Mat’Selesyna, to spread it across Ravnica. Join the Selesnya Conclave to allow humanity to grow sturdy, strong, and wise.” They turn back into branches and the tree descends back into the ground. This time a humanoid enters the stage, no tricks involved. However, shocks still come from the crowd at her appearance - while not detestable, her appearance is rather inhuman: in fact, it’s fishlike.
“I will be brief as well. I am Prime Speaker Zegana of the Simic Combine. What humanity needs above all else is evolution - the only truly definable trait of humanity. This is why we work with biomancy - to advance the path of evolution to find places never thought to exist before. Join the Combine - and take the vehicle of biomancy on the path of evolution to the destination of your dreams.”
Then Lavinia comes back up and announces that you have time for deliberation.
IMPORTANT POST
We have now moved on to Phase Two. In this phase, you are discussing what guild to join as a group. Here are some things to incorporate:
-What guilds you went to: are they just for you or could they work for the other members?
-Are you all going to apply for the same guild to foster team unity, or split up to strengthen individuals?
-If you are applying for different guilds, how will you keep the party together?
Discuss. Once the whole party comes to a consensus or deadline (which I am setting as Tuesday) I will move on to Phase 3.
Ergos
Throughout the ceremony, Ergos shifts uncomfortably with the group, only managing to intently listen when the Izzet league's Firemind, Niv-Mizzet, appears, to which he shows some reverence for their ideals and timely introduction, afterwards commiting the Firemind's appearance and speech into mind while twirling a 2 feet tall spear, with some awkward disjointed parts on the middle staff, and the speartip seemingly retracting some of the entire pointed end. Eventually, he stows the spear and looks at everyone else expectantly, showing no sign of wanting to speak first.
Arthur watched the show, and received some information about the Golgari. Wandering back, he considered his overall role and where he might stand. He walks over to the back in the banner hall.
Ideally he'd like everyone to stay close, maybe get into 2-3 banners to form an alliance.
He thinks to himself, "Not everyone can agree on how things are done, but maybe what must be done can be established, and completed without conflict."
As to what three? He knows that: Green, Black, and Blue, banners all need either alchemists or druids to some capacity. As long as any one of the three are represented he might be ok.