[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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[buildyourworld]

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.

[buildyourworld]

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."