(Yeah, well stealing from other adventurers has its perks I guess... Assuming they don't find out)
"Mr. Bernar..." The attendant skims through the pieces of parchment. "Ah yes, here we are." She ticks the name off of the list. Seeing the list, it looks like nearly every name on the lists has been ticked off. "If you would kindly wait a few more minutes, we should be starting shortly."
The goblin seems a little taken aback that Kithre noticed her. "Oh... Well, it's a bit of a hobby mostly." She replies. "I'm still learning to play correctly, and you were so amazing just then..." The goblin seems to blush slightly, perhaps from a bit of stage fright of being given some attention.
Akaas watches Kithre run after the goblin and smiles in a proud father kind of way. Watching her, the old halfling comments to Johann, "What a kind gesture."
"Excuse me one second." Crispy says to the Dragonborn, "I have to register. I thought I had.."
Crispy goes to the front desk and waits behind the pickpocketing elf with her hands folded around her chest, glaring at him as if she knows he's done something wrong.
When it's her turn, she says her name and registers.
"Believe it or not, I started off that same way. I was always a decent singer, but daddy wanted me to be a tailor. Like him. It wasn't until after we moved to Greenholden that I got a chance to play with actual instruments! Hey, I tell you what. If you're really serious about wanting to learn, I could write a letter of sponsorship to Elucard to at least get you a try out at the College." she says happily, "You should always be able to follow your heart's song."
"Y-you would do that?" The goblin seems taken aback at this kind gesture. "M-most people would just overlook me, because I'm not pretty, or outgoing... I'm Lissel, by the way..." The goblin holds out a hand to shake, albeit a little awkwardly and trembling.
Crispy queues up behind Warren, following up behind him. "Good morning, miss. Are you here to register as well?" She notes the ring on her finger.
(Just to speed things up, we'll assume that everyone gets their attendance marked in time)
After a few more moments of waiting, the large brass double doors behind where the front desk is located open and out steps a high elf in a resplendent grey garb. On his finger is a golden ring with The Seven Saints emblem as the room dies down and goes quiet in his presence.
"New Adventurers," He says in a slightly stern tone."Please follow me to your induction." His voice seems to hold power of command behind it, as even the more loud and energetic adventurers have quietened down. The high elf heads back through the double doors, with the others following through into the hallway.
"It's lovely to meet you Lissel. My name's Kithre. Plus, beauty is far more than skin deep. Sune teaches us that we should always to strive things which are beautiful and make sure those that create beautiful things are given nourishment to grow and prosper. There is very little more beautiful in this world than the music of one who truly feels the rhythm. If music is what your heart desires, I would be more than happy to ensure you are given a chance."Kithre responds, taking Lissel's hand in a gentle, yet firm, grip. "The only condition I have is that when you become a famous bard in your own right that you support others looking to bless the world with more music." she finishes, with a smile and a wink.
Lissel looks off towards the doorway, then back to Kithre. "I suppose I'll see you once we're done... maybe." She says before quietly scurrying into the hallway, seemingly embarrassed.
Following the high elf through, the group ends up in an auditorium with many large wooden benches to sit on. It seems that people are seating in a first-come, first-served scenario currently. Once everyone is inside, the high elf steps up to the podium in front of everyone. He clears his throat.
"Welcome, new adventurers, to The Seven Saints Adventurer's Guild. Each of you has been selected out of hundreds of applicants from several different lands to become members of this esteemed guild, so wear your ring with pride; and never stain its reputation."He looks over the group of adventurers. "Today's induction will confirm your adventuring groups which have been put together by our staff here. You will be put into groups of six, hence these ten groups here will be the latest teams. Your teammates will be announced after a speech by our esteemed Guildmaster, and one of the co-founders of The Seven Saints. Please welcome Guildmaster Jeremiah l'Corran."The elf takes a step away, keeping a formal tone as he does a golf clap, many of the other adventurers applauding as well.
Chetin starts to clap as well, not really knowing much of the history of the Seven Saints. But he wanted to be respectful of their rank and new authority over him.
A confused looking green kobold wearing a robe that has so many patches it is hard to discern the original color swivels his head around until he locks eyes on the induction table. He begins moving through the crowd bumping into some while tripping over others until he makes it to the table. He stands proudly before the table chest out as he attempts to suck in his cobsiderable paunch.
"I am the great sorcerer Belcharion reporting for duty." He then pulls out a sheet of paper and looks up pleadingly large eyes shining " is there any chance I can use this coupon on food?"
The attendant looks to Belch. "Ah, here you are." She says. "Though I would refrain from standing on the table, the janitors may not appreciate your footprints." She then looks at the coupon. "Unfortunately not. However, there are communal dining halls with inclusive meals as part of your bonuses once you are inducted."
(Returning to the present)
As the group applauds, it dies down after a moment. Eventually walking out is an ancient looking green skinned creature with a large shelled body and carrying himself forward with an ornate staff. The crowd goes quiet as the tortle makes his way to the podium and slowly clears his throat. In a grainy voice, the tortle speaks. "Good morning, new adventurers." He says in a slow tone. Several people roll their eyes and a couple of coughs echo through the quiet hall. "My, my... Aren't there so many of you here today?" The tortle reaches for a pouch on his belt and pulls out a ream of notes. "Now, let's see here..." The tortle then pulls out a pair of spectacles and adjusts them on his face. "Where were we? Ah yes, induction day..."
The tortle's speech seems to go on for hours, people drifting off or completely ignoring it after some point. It seems to be noted that the requested attendance time was early morning, though the induction was to be completed this afternoon. This appears to be why.
.
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.
"Thank you, Guildmaster!" The voice of the vice guildmaster (who some people heard was called Alefel) comes through, waking people from their slumber, as a groggy applause goes through the room while they wait for the ancient tortle to leave. "Now... We have ten teams that are being formed here today. Once you are called up, please meet up with your companions. Someone will collect each team to show them to the dormitories and where the faculty's available functions are."
As Guildmaster Jeremiah l'Corran finishes speaking, Akaas claps with a delighted look on his face. The person next to him jerks awake, but Akaas doesn't notice.
(Yeah, well stealing from other adventurers has its perks I guess... Assuming they don't find out)
"Mr. Bernar..." The attendant skims through the pieces of parchment. "Ah yes, here we are." She ticks the name off of the list. Seeing the list, it looks like nearly every name on the lists has been ticked off. "If you would kindly wait a few more minutes, we should be starting shortly."
Kithre looks about and spots the head of the goblin moving away from her, after making a quick apology to Akaas, she takes off after him.
"Hey! Sorry about that, so many people around. You said you were studying to be a bard?" She says as she runs to catch up, hopefully catching him.
(OOC: totally forgot to include him earlier! Kithre feels horrible about ignoring a fellow bard.)
The goblin seems a little taken aback that Kithre noticed her. "Oh... Well, it's a bit of a hobby mostly." She replies. "I'm still learning to play correctly, and you were so amazing just then..." The goblin seems to blush slightly, perhaps from a bit of stage fright of being given some attention.
Akaas watches Kithre run after the goblin and smiles in a proud father kind of way. Watching her, the old halfling comments to Johann, "What a kind gesture."
Borg sits back and drinks more from her tankard, she keeps an eye on the people coming through the door.
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
"Excuse me one second." Crispy says to the Dragonborn, "I have to register. I thought I had.."
Crispy goes to the front desk and waits behind the pickpocketing elf with her hands folded around her chest, glaring at him as if she knows he's done something wrong.
When it's her turn, she says her name and registers.
"Believe it or not, I started off that same way. I was always a decent singer, but daddy wanted me to be a tailor. Like him. It wasn't until after we moved to Greenholden that I got a chance to play with actual instruments! Hey, I tell you what. If you're really serious about wanting to learn, I could write a letter of sponsorship to Elucard to at least get you a try out at the College." she says happily, "You should always be able to follow your heart's song."
"Y-you would do that?" The goblin seems taken aback at this kind gesture. "M-most people would just overlook me, because I'm not pretty, or outgoing... I'm Lissel, by the way..." The goblin holds out a hand to shake, albeit a little awkwardly and trembling.
Crispy queues up behind Warren, following up behind him. "Good morning, miss. Are you here to register as well?" She notes the ring on her finger.
(Just to speed things up, we'll assume that everyone gets their attendance marked in time)
After a few more moments of waiting, the large brass double doors behind where the front desk is located open and out steps a high elf in a resplendent grey garb. On his finger is a golden ring with The Seven Saints emblem as the room dies down and goes quiet in his presence.
"New Adventurers," He says in a slightly stern tone."Please follow me to your induction." His voice seems to hold power of command behind it, as even the more loud and energetic adventurers have quietened down. The high elf heads back through the double doors, with the others following through into the hallway.
"It's lovely to meet you Lissel. My name's Kithre. Plus, beauty is far more than skin deep. Sune teaches us that we should always to strive things which are beautiful and make sure those that create beautiful things are given nourishment to grow and prosper. There is very little more beautiful in this world than the music of one who truly feels the rhythm. If music is what your heart desires, I would be more than happy to ensure you are given a chance." Kithre responds, taking Lissel's hand in a gentle, yet firm, grip. "The only condition I have is that when you become a famous bard in your own right that you support others looking to bless the world with more music." she finishes, with a smile and a wink.
Borg stands up and follows the high elf into the induction. She continues to drink.
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
Chetin stands up, holstering his shield onto his back. He followed after the half-orc.
Lissel looks off towards the doorway, then back to Kithre. "I suppose I'll see you once we're done... maybe." She says before quietly scurrying into the hallway, seemingly embarrassed.
Following the high elf through, the group ends up in an auditorium with many large wooden benches to sit on. It seems that people are seating in a first-come, first-served scenario currently. Once everyone is inside, the high elf steps up to the podium in front of everyone. He clears his throat.
"Welcome, new adventurers, to The Seven Saints Adventurer's Guild. Each of you has been selected out of hundreds of applicants from several different lands to become members of this esteemed guild, so wear your ring with pride; and never stain its reputation." He looks over the group of adventurers. "Today's induction will confirm your adventuring groups which have been put together by our staff here. You will be put into groups of six, hence these ten groups here will be the latest teams. Your teammates will be announced after a speech by our esteemed Guildmaster, and one of the co-founders of The Seven Saints. Please welcome Guildmaster Jeremiah l'Corran." The elf takes a step away, keeping a formal tone as he does a golf clap, many of the other adventurers applauding as well.
Chetin starts to clap as well, not really knowing much of the history of the Seven Saints. But he wanted to be respectful of their rank and new authority over him.
(Sorry for posting a little late)
A confused looking green kobold wearing a robe that has so many patches it is hard to discern the original color swivels his head around until he locks eyes on the induction table. He begins moving through the crowd bumping into some while tripping over others until he makes it to the table. He stands proudly before the table chest out as he attempts to suck in his cobsiderable paunch.
"I am the great sorcerer Belcharion reporting for duty." He then pulls out a sheet of paper and looks up pleadingly large eyes shining " is there any chance I can use this coupon on food?"
Borg hits the shield on her arm a few times with her now empty tankard.
Kres - Aarakocra Monk - Level 1 - Lost Mines of Phandelver
(For a bit of rewind for Jesques)
The attendant looks to Belch. "Ah, here you are." She says. "Though I would refrain from standing on the table, the janitors may not appreciate your footprints." She then looks at the coupon. "Unfortunately not. However, there are communal dining halls with inclusive meals as part of your bonuses once you are inducted."
(Returning to the present)
As the group applauds, it dies down after a moment. Eventually walking out is an ancient looking green skinned creature with a large shelled body and carrying himself forward with an ornate staff. The crowd goes quiet as the tortle makes his way to the podium and slowly clears his throat. In a grainy voice, the tortle speaks. "Good morning, new adventurers." He says in a slow tone. Several people roll their eyes and a couple of coughs echo through the quiet hall. "My, my... Aren't there so many of you here today?" The tortle reaches for a pouch on his belt and pulls out a ream of notes. "Now, let's see here..." The tortle then pulls out a pair of spectacles and adjusts them on his face. "Where were we? Ah yes, induction day..."
The tortle's speech seems to go on for hours, people drifting off or completely ignoring it after some point. It seems to be noted that the requested attendance time was early morning, though the induction was to be completed this afternoon. This appears to be why.
.
.
.
"Thank you, Guildmaster!" The voice of the vice guildmaster (who some people heard was called Alefel) comes through, waking people from their slumber, as a groggy applause goes through the room while they wait for the ancient tortle to leave. "Now... We have ten teams that are being formed here today. Once you are called up, please meet up with your companions. Someone will collect each team to show them to the dormitories and where the faculty's available functions are."
Sitting near the front, Warren stamps in time with the clapping. As the clapping stops his leg continues to lightly bounce
As Guildmaster Jeremiah l'Corran finishes speaking, Akaas claps with a delighted look on his face. The person next to him jerks awake, but Akaas doesn't notice.
Vice Guildmaster Alefel reads out names of people, going into different groups. Those groups are:
Crimson Fang
Vermillion Wing
Laguna Maw
Emerald Shell
Azure Claw
Amethyst Beak
Carmine Pincer
Umbral Talon
Midnight Tooth
Ghost Touch
As the vice guildmaster reads out, the following are read:
"Crimson Fang: Akaas Fordus, Belcharion, Borg, Chetin Humb, Cora Perkins, Sebastian Gold."
"Azure Claw: Bazzak Grinth, Dar'quilyn Redn'Avir, Johann Glorypunch, Jaylin, Kithre Cherrycheeks, Warren Bernar."