After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
There’s a hall to the side of the stage area labeled as such.
*Arämil walks over that way and signs the application sheet once he reaches the door to Lord Longfoot's office.*
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
Alex is looking for caan
Caan leaps from the lighting booth, landing deftly on the floor of the common room. “Good speech, I thought.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
There’s a hall to the side of the stage area labeled as such.
*Arämil walks over that way and signs the application sheet once he reaches the door to Lord Longfoot's office.*
A sliver of pink light slithers up his arm from his signed name, traveling along what seems to be the path of his blood vessels until floating and hovering by the point of his heart and then vanishing.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
There’s a hall to the side of the stage area labeled as such.
*Arämil walks over that way and signs the application sheet once he reaches the door to Lord Longfoot's office.*
A sliver of pink light slithers up his arm from his signed name, traveling along what seems to be the path of his blood vessels until floating and hovering by the point of his heart and then vanishing.
"Well... that was strange."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
Alex is looking for caan
Caan leaps from the lighting booth, landing deftly on the floor of the common room. “Good speech, I thought.”
“You always do. Anyways IS JOENTH INSANE? They’re called the forsaken dungeon for a reason.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
Alex is looking for caan
Caan leaps from the lighting booth, landing deftly on the floor of the common room. “Good speech, I thought.”
“You always do. Anyways IS JOENTH INSANE? They’re called the forsaken dungeon for a reason.”
“In full honesty… I think something shifted down there. A hag of some kind has come to reside in the Dungeons, and I’m pretty sure Joenth has allied with her. That could seriously shift power between us and the monsters and thri-kreen and such.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
There’s a hall to the side of the stage area labeled as such.
*Arämil walks over that way and signs the application sheet once he reaches the door to Lord Longfoot's office.*
Kingfisher does the same.
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Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
Alex is looking for caan
Caan leaps from the lighting booth, landing deftly on the floor of the common room. “Good speech, I thought.”
“You always do. Anyways IS JOENTH INSANE? They’re called the forsaken dungeon for a reason.”
“In full honesty… I think something shifted down there. A hag of some kind has come to reside in the Dungeons, and I’m pretty sure Joenth has allied with her. That could seriously shift power between us and the monsters and thri-kreen and such.”
“So now we need to clear it out” he sighs “Well can I get that position?.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
Alex is looking for caan
Caan leaps from the lighting booth, landing deftly on the floor of the common room. “Good speech, I thought.”
“You always do. Anyways IS JOENTH INSANE? They’re called the forsaken dungeon for a reason.”
“In full honesty… I think something shifted down there. A hag of some kind has come to reside in the Dungeons, and I’m pretty sure Joenth has allied with her. That could seriously shift power between us and the monsters and thri-kreen and such.”
“So now we need to clear it out” he sighs “Well can I get that position?.”
“Sign-up sheet, but I doubt you’d ever need to get approved. You’re a master of your craft.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
Alex is looking for caan
Caan leaps from the lighting booth, landing deftly on the floor of the common room. “Good speech, I thought.”
“You always do. Anyways IS JOENTH INSANE? They’re called the forsaken dungeon for a reason.”
“In full honesty… I think something shifted down there. A hag of some kind has come to reside in the Dungeons, and I’m pretty sure Joenth has allied with her. That could seriously shift power between us and the monsters and thri-kreen and such.”
“So now we need to clear it out” he sighs “Well can I get that position?.”
“Sign-up sheet, but I doubt you’d ever need to get approved. You’re a master of your craft.”
“Not regular exploration group. The senior strategist or whatever.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
Alex is looking for caan
Caan leaps from the lighting booth, landing deftly on the floor of the common room. “Good speech, I thought.”
“You always do. Anyways IS JOENTH INSANE? They’re called the forsaken dungeon for a reason.”
“In full honesty… I think something shifted down there. A hag of some kind has come to reside in the Dungeons, and I’m pretty sure Joenth has allied with her. That could seriously shift power between us and the monsters and thri-kreen and such.”
“So now we need to clear it out” he sighs “Well can I get that position?.”
“Sign-up sheet, but I doubt you’d ever need to get approved. You’re a master of your craft.”
“Not regular exploration group. The senior strategist or whatever.”
“Oh, well that’s specifically for regular missions.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
Alex is looking for caan
Caan leaps from the lighting booth, landing deftly on the floor of the common room. “Good speech, I thought.”
“You always do. Anyways IS JOENTH INSANE? They’re called the forsaken dungeon for a reason.”
“In full honesty… I think something shifted down there. A hag of some kind has come to reside in the Dungeons, and I’m pretty sure Joenth has allied with her. That could seriously shift power between us and the monsters and thri-kreen and such.”
“So now we need to clear it out” he sighs “Well can I get that position?.”
“Sign-up sheet, but I doubt you’d ever need to get approved. You’re a master of your craft.”
“Not regular exploration group. The senior strategist or whatever.”
“Oh, well that’s specifically for regular missions.”
“The one time I wanted the boring job I can’t get it. Atleast I’ll get to have some fun.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
Alex is looking for caan
Caan leaps from the lighting booth, landing deftly on the floor of the common room. “Good speech, I thought.”
“You always do. Anyways IS JOENTH INSANE? They’re called the forsaken dungeon for a reason.”
“In full honesty… I think something shifted down there. A hag of some kind has come to reside in the Dungeons, and I’m pretty sure Joenth has allied with her. That could seriously shift power between us and the monsters and thri-kreen and such.”
“So now we need to clear it out” he sighs “Well can I get that position?.”
“Sign-up sheet, but I doubt you’d ever need to get approved. You’re a master of your craft.”
“Not regular exploration group. The senior strategist or whatever.”
“Oh, well that’s specifically for regular missions.”
“The one time I wanted the boring job I can’t get it. Atleast I’ll get to have some fun.”
“I can just tell Joenth that you want to have that position and I’m sure he’ll appoint you immediately.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
Alex is looking for caan
Caan leaps from the lighting booth, landing deftly on the floor of the common room. “Good speech, I thought.”
“You always do. Anyways IS JOENTH INSANE? They’re called the forsaken dungeon for a reason.”
“In full honesty… I think something shifted down there. A hag of some kind has come to reside in the Dungeons, and I’m pretty sure Joenth has allied with her. That could seriously shift power between us and the monsters and thri-kreen and such.”
“So now we need to clear it out” he sighs “Well can I get that position?.”
“Sign-up sheet, but I doubt you’d ever need to get approved. You’re a master of your craft.”
“Not regular exploration group. The senior strategist or whatever.”
“Oh, well that’s specifically for regular missions.”
“The one time I wanted the boring job I can’t get it. Atleast I’ll get to have some fun.”
“I can just tell Joenth that you want to have that position and I’m sure he’ll appoint you immediately.”
“You know what? Never mind. I’m kinda itching to see what’s really down there and plus I get to see what the newbies are made of.”
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Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
After a minute or so, the lights fully go out, except for the spotlight. Presumably, Caan is operating it, as his voice once more echoes through the hall.
“All in attendance, please refrain from talking. Joenth Longfoot, the Guild’s founder and current leader, will now take the floor.”
A cream-colored harengon in studded leather armor with a seven-foot-long red scarf steps from behind the curtain into the main light.
“Welcome, all.” He says calmly. “It’s so good to see new members here. I know we’re going to have a successful and productive year! I only do a few of these little speeches each year, so listen carefully.
First, I want to thank all of you for your performance last year. We pulled off some great missions. Naples, Kalaman, Chelyabinsk, Lapaliiya, Albany, Elturel, Palikir, and even, despite the flooding, Fairhaven. You all did amazing, and I’m so glad you all trusted me, and trusted each other. To a certain degree, of course. We are thieves!
But secondly, and much more importantly, I wanted to talk about the coming days. I’ve already planned out several operations, and they’ll be quite fun, don’t you worry. However, we have a new project that will be undertaken soon.” Joenth’s face turns serious.
“The Forsaken Dungeon which lies beneath us. You know it and dread it. But this year… I have a vision. A vision that we may better understand the yet-unexplored, seemingly endless expanse beneath us. I have appointed a certain prodigy among you to lead…
A DUNGEON EXPEDITION!”
Columns of green, blue, and violet flame erupt from the edge of the stage. “Yes, a dungeon expedition, and only the most elite members will be selected! There will be an application sheet outside my office. Additionally, any who wish to apply for the position of senior strategist councillor should inquire with Bonumis. And that is all for me, and I bid you all farewell until we meet again! Good night!” With that, Joenth walks back behind the curtain and the lights are restored.
*Arämil stands up and goes to find Longfoot's office to sign the application sheet.*
Alex is looking for caan
Caan leaps from the lighting booth, landing deftly on the floor of the common room. “Good speech, I thought.”
“You always do. Anyways IS JOENTH INSANE? They’re called the forsaken dungeon for a reason.”
“In full honesty… I think something shifted down there. A hag of some kind has come to reside in the Dungeons, and I’m pretty sure Joenth has allied with her. That could seriously shift power between us and the monsters and thri-kreen and such.”
“So now we need to clear it out” he sighs “Well can I get that position?.”
“Sign-up sheet, but I doubt you’d ever need to get approved. You’re a master of your craft.”
“Not regular exploration group. The senior strategist or whatever.”
“Oh, well that’s specifically for regular missions.”
“The one time I wanted the boring job I can’t get it. Atleast I’ll get to have some fun.”
“I can just tell Joenth that you want to have that position and I’m sure he’ll appoint you immediately.”
“You know what? Never mind. I’m kinda itching to see what’s really down there and plus I get to see what the newbies are made of.”
“All right. It’s all your choice.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
A shadar-kai in traditional shadow dancer attire with a wakizashi is standing beside the entrance to the Dungeon, and a few other members of the Guild stand beside her.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A shadar-kai in traditional shadow dancer attire with a wakizashi is standing beside the entrance to the Dungeon, and a few other members of the Guild stand beside her.
*Arämil walks over to greet them.*
"So is this the dungeon party?"
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
A shadar-kai in traditional shadow dancer attire with a wakizashi is standing beside the entrance to the Dungeon, and a few other members of the Guild stand beside her.
*Arämil walks over to greet them.*
"So is this the dungeon party?"
“Yes.” One of the thieves says. The shadar-kai doesn’t respond, but moves to open the manhole.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
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*Arämil walks over that way and signs the application sheet once he reaches the door to Lord Longfoot's office.*
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
Caan leaps from the lighting booth, landing deftly on the floor of the common room. “Good speech, I thought.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A sliver of pink light slithers up his arm from his signed name, traveling along what seems to be the path of his blood vessels until floating and hovering by the point of his heart and then vanishing.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Well... that was strange."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
“You always do. Anyways IS JOENTH INSANE? They’re called the forsaken dungeon for a reason.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“In full honesty… I think something shifted down there. A hag of some kind has come to reside in the Dungeons, and I’m pretty sure Joenth has allied with her. That could seriously shift power between us and the monsters and thri-kreen and such.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Kingfisher does the same.
Hey y’all, you can call me Sel or Julian or whatever, I don’t really care. Pronouns are they/he. Some things about be, I like reading, writing, dnd, theater, art. I have an art doc and my yt channel linked below. Pms are always open if you need to talk. Love y’all <3
Is art
@Irunwithskissors
“So now we need to clear it out” he sighs “Well can I get that position?.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“Sign-up sheet, but I doubt you’d ever need to get approved. You’re a master of your craft.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Not regular exploration group. The senior strategist or whatever.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“Oh, well that’s specifically for regular missions.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“The one time I wanted the boring job I can’t get it. Atleast I’ll get to have some fun.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“I can just tell Joenth that you want to have that position and I’m sure he’ll appoint you immediately.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“You know what? Never mind. I’m kinda itching to see what’s really down there and plus I get to see what the newbies are made of.”
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
“All right. It’s all your choice.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*boink*
Yo, I'm Himy (He/him) not as active as I use to be, but I'm here from time to time. I don't got much else to say.
"From the stars of the inner sea, from the tower of insight, from the four corners of paradise, let them know; their story is filled with blessings. Only those free of sin may pass... Garden of Avalon!”
”The elements coalesce, amalgamate, and bring forth the star that interweaves all creation. Bow down with death! Enuma Elish!”
(Boink)
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
A shadar-kai in traditional shadow dancer attire with a wakizashi is standing beside the entrance to the Dungeon, and a few other members of the Guild stand beside her.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Arämil walks over to greet them.*
"So is this the dungeon party?"
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Extended sig
“Yes.” One of the thieves says. The shadar-kai doesn’t respond, but moves to open the manhole.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.