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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2020 2:21:51 GMT
One of the most recognizable landmarks in Innuria, Bastion's guildhall is a architectural marvel of stone and magic, tall and adorned with gargoyles of basalt and granite. Inside are rooms that wandering adventurers stay in between trips to the Mists or the Morass. It is headed by Georgios the Red, a retired swashbuckler of famed deeds with a legendary mustache that he keeps perfectly waxed to be perpendicular to his face.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 2, 2020 20:52:38 GMT
After touchdown and resolving whatever loot fiasco was left. Tehol gleefully returns to the Guildhall away from those pesky loud adventurers he had gotten roped into helping.
Things weren't all bad, time had passed enough where he still hurt about loosing K'rull but Korobas was doing well, and was proving to be a very formidable tool.
He heads to the giant bulletin board outside of Georgios's office suite that was usually full of random quests and expeditions for the average adventurer looking for something new to accomplish.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 2, 2020 21:05:40 GMT
He sees the usual postings for random bandits needing capture and the ever-present Death Knight Crusades, but the new material involves a band heading into the Mists and a posting that simply says “Andrej” and has open availability. That’s the literal description.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Sept 2, 2020 21:18:06 GMT
Tehol looks at the new advert and grunts. He wonder's if he knows an 'Andrej" or if the name is familiar to him as he raps on the door of the office to ask for more information and to sign up for it. Why not go the mysterious way.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 4, 2020 1:09:34 GMT
Demetrius, travel warn and road weary, walked up to the guild hall with more pep in his step than one would expect of someone whom had ventured so far. Having received Justine's letter, he was eager to be reunited with his friends, but also simply happy to return to Bastion. It had been some time since he'd been back, the city having aged more than him, only in the opposite direction. While he grew older, Bastion looked as shiny and new as every, even his childhood impression was satiated by the sight.
The details of the letter were sparse, describing some mission Justine was about to head out on with a group of companions. However, it had noted the Guildhall as a good meeting place for them to reunite, and now that Demetrius had finished his business, he had little to do but wait for his good friend.
Saddling up on one of the large steps out front, Demetrius took up his post and waited for Justine, accompanied by the half eaten sandwich in his pack.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 4, 2020 1:41:20 GMT
Justine had gone to the guildhall every day since their return to ask after her old friend. She was almost surprised to see him this time, but a grin spread across her face and her pace quickened. Even from far away, there was no missing him.
“Demetri!” She called, waving excitedly and nearly running toward him. “You made it! I have so so much to tell you!”
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 4, 2020 2:16:40 GMT
At the sound of his name, Demetrius's eyes shot up. He must have looked a fool, a fresh bite of sandwich falling loose from his mouth as he smiled back at Justine. He stood up quickly, meeting her half way down the steps, embracing her with a hug.
"Your letter," He said, pulling it from his pocket, the pages fraying. "I was worried about you... and you. I came as fast as I could."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 4, 2020 2:44:36 GMT
She frowned a little when he mentioned Juliette, however roundabout. It didn’t last long though, not when she hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever.
“It wasn’t too bad. There were so many of us we made short work of the mistlord and the blade demons and all.” She shrugged as if it had all been easy and no one had been hurt in the least. “And there was a ship that went back in time, healed itself so to say. And this music box I’ve been taking all over town...” Justine realized she was rambling. “I’ve got rooms in the House of Respite. You could stay there if you haven’t taken rooms anywhere else.”
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 4, 2020 3:15:55 GMT
Demetrius nodded along, listening as she rambled. "I... just got in today," he said, trying to figure out what to respond to first. "I haven't found a room yet. In truth I wasn't expecting to find you so quickly, I must have cashed in all my good luck for the year."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 4, 2020 3:36:47 GMT
“I was worried I would have missed you while we were away. Like you got tired of waiting and left again. I know you’re not keen on cities, so I guess we’re both lucky.” She smiled and took his hand.
“But Bastion’s the place to find a job. We can earn some money, buy a little house, hope the mist doesn’t swallow it up.” She laughed at that. “Do you want to go to the House of Respite now? I’m sure Ceutinde would love to meet you.”
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 4, 2020 3:56:57 GMT
"Never fear, Nigel Thornheart is here!" a trumpeting voice called out from down the street in a timbre that likely still haunted Demetrius' dreams and Justine had become all too familiar with of late. The crowd parted like the Red Sea to reveal the Adventurer Extraordinaire in all his resplendent glory, not looking a day older than the last time the Mistling had seen him.
He marched up the stairs, kicked open the door to the Reclaimer's Guildhal,l and hurled in one of the new "glitter grenadoes" he had purchased on the journey within, striking a heroic pose. There was a red satin sack filled with loot slung over his shoulder, like a particularly dashing Santa Clause. When the smoke had cleared (with hopefully minimum fatalities) he let the Reclaimers within, young and old alike, gaze upon him like a golden god and inspire them to the glory they could one day achieve...or likely die in the attempt.
“You heard it here! The best sword, the best shot, the best sailor, and the best kisser in the Empire has returned to Bastion, another thrilling adventure under his belt and the loot to prove it!” He leaned over to the nearest man. "A lucky thing too, for if word gout out I was missing, 500 girls would kill themselves. Aha!”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Sept 4, 2020 4:04:29 GMT
Justine rolled her eyes and let go of Demetrius’ hands as she watched Nigel announce himself. “Ugh. To think I used to love his books. He was on the trip too. What a cad.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2020 4:06:05 GMT
Most of the glitter bombs malfunction, being bought off a creepy little gunsmith who worked for human traffickers, but enough went off to annoy everyone in the room. He had done it enough times that most people just rolled their eyes.
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Post by Demetrius on Sept 4, 2020 4:19:44 GMT
The hand Justine released quickly clenched shut, beads of sweat formed across his forehead. Demetrius was completely on edge, locked tight like a cat confronting a snake. "Thornheart..." He spat through gritted teeth, far enough away where Niguel, who was currently indulging his own immaturity, could not hear. "You went with HIM!?" Demetrius demanded, rather uncharacteristically. "That's him! Justine, that's the man who threw me down the well and broke my legs as a child. That's the monster that threw me in the asylum!"
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Post by Nigel Thornheart on Sept 4, 2020 4:30:42 GMT
“Don’t worry, daddy didn’t come home empty handed,” Nigel assured his fellow Reclaimers, opening up the Loot Sack and pulling out the armor they had discovered. “One lucky dwarf with deep pockets is about to waltz into legend with this set of Thornheart certified genuine enchanted dwarven mail. Any takers?”
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