[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.

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.