[OPEN TO LANCERS] GUILD LOG #1

[buildyourworld]

Who: Lancers Guild members
What: Mingle Log
When: Anytime during Rosefrucht (May)
Where: Inside Scarlett Dragons & surrounding
Rating: General


In the barrack of Scarlett Dragons, were several newcomers who found themselves stuck in a world they would rather escape from. However, it was a fact that escape was not possible now. Instead, most found themselves having to take up arms to protect Goldvale while they find a way home. Whether they joined the guild for it's ideology or simply for the sake of decent accommodation or something else entirely was another matter altogether.

For now, getting themselves settled into their new home was much more important. Between mounts, weapons and shields were people from all over the worlds trying to get comfortable in their new home. Six bunk beds in each room, plenty of roommates, plenty more chance for disagreement and problem making.

Saw someone you knew? Your roommate annoying the crap out of you? Practice partner who couldn't hold a lance to saves life? Strike up a conversation and hopefully you wouldn't need to put that shield into good use, yet...


[[OOC: Thread jack and mingle!!! Please label your location (ROOM? PRACTICE GROUND? STABLE?) in your thread header. Add your character tag too!]]

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Practice Ground

[stormcorvus]

Gandalf had finally managed to reacquire a pipe and some of the leaf that Bilbo had fortunately still had on him. Thus he could now be found leaning against a wall close to the practice ground, smoking the pipe and watching various people as they practiced with their lances and shields. The small old man was currently dressed in the old grey robes he had arrived in due to the simple fact that he still felt more comfortable in them than he did in the second-hand extras he'd been given from the guild here.

In addition to watching the others work, Gandalf's mind was working through the various issues he'd already encountered since waking on this world. Namely the fact that whatever had brought them here was capable of pulling things from different points in time, and there was also the fact that it had stripped him of all of his powers upon reviving him in this place... something he was still getting used to.

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Having changed to a sword from the lance he was given upon joining, he had been practicing his swordsmanship at the practice ground daily when he was not required to attend First Aid classes at the training room. If anyone was watching, it would be obvious he was not new to a sword as he could wield the weapon well, executing moves that would take years to master.

He wasn't that far away from Gandalf when he smelled smokes and stopped his training to look around. That was when his eyesight fall onto the culprit who was clearly polluting the air around them, when everyone was training no less. Sheathing his sword, he stalked to the old man who was one of his roommates and threw him a glare. "Stop smoking or go smoke elsewhere. You're polluting the air when the rest of us are training."

[stormcorvus]

An eyebrow rose at the words even as Gandalf lowered the pipe down a bit to respond to them.

"Why should I go elsewhere? We are already outside and there is nothing unnatural within this smoke that would harm anyone here that might breathe it in. Not to mention, if I did go elsewhere, I would be unable to continue to watch those currently in practice here."

[buildyourworld]

He frowned at the old man, clearly displeased with his answer.

"How insensitive can you be? Chemicals released in the second hand smokes from your smoking will affect our health. When we're practicing, our breathing had to be properly regulated. You are poisoning us with your smoke. Either stop smoking or go elsewhere where no one is around."

[stormcorvus]

He could argue that the leaf from their respective worlds was different and thus likely didn't pose near the risk that the boy believed, but he suspected that it would end up wasted breath. Snuffing the fire out, he tucked the pipe away inside his robe.

"Care to show me just how well you use that in a spar?" He asked, gesturing briefly toward the sword sheathed at the boy's waist.

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Once the old man put away his pipe, the hostility from Tieria subsided, the frown he wore earlier disappeared from his youthful face.

At the request or rather a politely phrased challenge from the way he understood it, he gave the old man a once over. While he wouldn't be judgmental because of his age, the robe he was wearing did threw him off a little. "Are you sure you can move properly in that? If we are sparring, I'll prefer it if you are not at a disadvantage because of your robe."

MESS.......HALL?? IS THAT A THING OR

[uluithiad]

Quickly, Sam is discovering that the city of Goldvale is not at all built for people of his size.

Navigating the tables and taller members of the Lancers Guild is making him miss the humbler hall of the Green Dragon. A far cry from what was installed in the Scarlett Dragons, but more familiar - and, most importantly, its accommodations were smaller. There, he hadn't worried about dropping his food on the ground trying to climb up to a seat.

He had since learned to choose his paths more carefully; tangling someone else's legs with his stature hadn't been a rare occurrence since arriving in Goldvale by any means. And that, like many incidences of Sam's stubborn vigilance failing him, meant spilled food on the floor and a hungry day ahead. So he stood from his place by one of the far walls with his plate of fried, brown bread, hard-boiled eggs and watery porridge, watching the crowd of guildmates for small holes he could squeak through. He'd rush when he saw one, scurrying constantly between and through the bigger people, keeping a tight hold on his plate until finding his way to the nearest table.

He rushes to the bench as quickly as he can manage, and every day, expects what food he might have lost. The only thing he seems to worry over is the egg; he never finds that he's able to make it to any table with a full bowl of porridge, and he finds the bread too bland without pairing the eggs with it. He slips the plate on the bench - climbing up onto the seat with the plate in hand is another foolish thing he's learned to avoid - and he hoists himself up with a grunt.

Seated and (partially) comfortable, Samwise places his half-cold breakfast on the table before him and keeps his eyes down.

IT'S A THING, I GUESS?!

[buildyourworld]

Tieria was heading to the table when he saw one of his roommate, the shorter one, navigating his way to the same table with much difficulty. It didn't took him long to realized he was spilling porridge and losing eggs along the way. Sighing to himself, he doubled back to the spread and asked the server for an extra egg after explaining to the less than pleased server. It wasn't because he was friend with him but not being able to eat proper breakfast was hardly a good thing, especially if they have a long day ahead. "Tell him to take care of his own food." As if Tieria didn't know that but he understand how difficult it was for the shorter Sam to do navigate a hall full of people with his build. Rolling his eyes at the server, he headed back to the table and sat down next to Sam.

"Come earlier next time. It's less crowded before seven." With that said, he placed the egg on Sam's tray before tearing a piece from his bread to dip it into the porridge.

GOOD

[uluithiad]

Sam's peeling back the shell of one of his eggs when he hears someone's tray slide onto the table beside him. He keeps to himself and his egg as Tieria sits down, setting the brown shell aside and flattening the prongs of his fork into the hard-boiled egg and against a slice of fried bread. He's careful - he still doesn't understand this place, its workings or its people. For the moment, he'd rather keep all of those things at arm's length. With some luck and vigilance, he hoped to observe things from a distance, and understand them safely.

He glanced up at the other Lancer's advice, just in time to see a fresh egg being placed at his tray. He looks at it briefly; it's a small kindness, but one he hadn't expected.

"... have to bear it in mind, then." He picks up his bread and nods, briefly. "I'll thank your kindness."

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Nodding to the thanks from his roommate, he quietly eats his breakfast amid complains from other Lancers about their bland food. Unlike Sam, Tieria cut the eggs into slices, eating them with his bread and porridge. He has questions for the shorter man but he could wait until they both have something in their stomach. After about halfway through his food, he grabs the glass of juice for a sip before turning his attention towards his fellow Lancer.

"You're Sam, correct?" It's hard not to overhear conversation when they are roommates. "Is your height common where you are from?" There's no malice or insult in his question, just plain curiosity. This is the first time he has seen someone who are not children this short and he has been wondering if the other Lancer is suffering from some growth related problem.

[uluithiad]

He looks up at the mention of his name, still chewing his food, and back down again quickly. Suspicion very briefly strikes him, but withers and dies as quickly as it starts; it isn't hard to imagine for Sam that this young man has learned his name through Gandalf. He takes a brief second to chew and swallow his food before trying to reply; "Aye. Sam Gamgee."

Sam is prepared to leave it at that, but the questions come next. Not an uncommon thing, of course. Being as small as he is seems to have made him something of a novelty in Goldvale, and many people had already come to him with curiosity. "That it is. Meanin' that it's common 'round where I'm from, if you catch me." Hobbits weren't a plentiful populous; they were a condensed and still people, far smaller in size and number then Men. Though he might have answered differently before leaving the Shire, if he had to guess, he would say that there were far more Big Folk in Middle-Earth then there were Hobbits.

[buildyourworld]

"Tieria Erde." Giving his name in exchange, he listened to the shorter man attentively. Common where he was from, he could fathomed a guess or two about it from the way he phrased his answer. "In that case, the size of your feet is not common otherwise, correct?"

It was one of the first thing he noticed about Sam when he first caught sight of him in their room. It was purely because he was too exhausted that he didn't spoke up right there and then for Sam to clean his feet and wear proper shoes. Though, obviously Sam did anyhow, so it was probably a good thing Tieria didn't express what would otherwise be a very rude opinion. Still, he was curious about it so he asked.

[uluithiad]

That gets him a wrinkled nose. He knows by now that the race of Men, largely, consider his feet an unusual size. For the most part, however, his interactions with them have been among Breelanders or rangers; those who had already known enough of Hobbits to glean these sorts of things. Thus, he hadn't been asked about how large his feet were, nor of the hair on them or the lack of shoes.

"Mine're as common as yours is." Bareness, fur and all. While he can keep his feet somewhat clean, he isn't willing to go through the trouble of finding shoes for himself. The thick hair on his feet tends to bend and grow sore rather easily in foot garments, and the thick soles of his feet make walking barefoot perfectly comfortable to him.

[buildyourworld]

That answer surprised him a little because such a large pair of feet didn't seem normal no matter how he look at them but then again, they were both from different worlds. It wouldn't be fair for him to hold Sam to his standard. Still, he caught the slight discomfort on Sam's expression and nodded in an apologetic manner, even if he was rather stiff with it. "In that case, forget I asked."

Even so, there were other things that he was concerned with. His lack of shoes, for example. Since they were sharing a room, he'll rather get this straightened out first then. "Are you going to remain barefooted? It's not safe or hygienic."