conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reality Glitch: Recruitment 
   O.o.C. 
   
  You start some where in Yarcyn town square.  Today is Guilding Day, a local holiday celebrating the various adventuring guilds in Yarcyn City, the capital of Galvaintyr.  Galvantyr is the most technologically advanced country in what would otherwise be a fantasy setting.  They are the leading nation in nonmagical technology and magictech alike.
  
  There are booths and panels for all of the country's guilds here, taking up Almost the entire square, each guilds is sponsored by an organization or company of some sort and more are being sponsored every year.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Illven: Welp, that's the third guild that turned me down. 
  Lucy ranted as she wandered the booths.
  
   Apparently. Even though I've saved two princesses, and seduced three evil villainesses. I'm "not qualified" enough... Probably scared I'll upstage them. 
  
  She looked at the booth she had come to stand in front of.
  
   Eternal heroes.... I like that name.  She said beaming. Handing the runner of a booth a folder full of papers.
  
   Those are my qualifications. I think you'll see that everything is an order. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reality Glitch: 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: DaOldeWolf: Faolán was cheking out the event in hopes to joining a new guild. " Well, this is our chance. After last year fiasco, lets hope we finally join a guild. "
  
  Jeff the zombie dragon rolled his eyes." Yeah, because trying to join a paladin only guild while accompanied by an undead companion while looking like a werewolf was definitely the best idea. I still can feel all those -SMITE EVIL!-. "
  
  " It doesnt matter, anyway. We just have to look for a less lawful guild...... like that one. " He said while smiling as he saw the purple cloth on the table " and prepared to move forward.
  
  " Wait! Cant you read? It says Monsters Anonymous. If they see a human, they probably will turn you down. "
  
  " What about that girl? She looks human. " Faolán questioned.
  
  " Probably a monster in disguise. Anyway, this could also be a great opportunity to impress them with your skill. "
  
   A couple of rounds later 
  
  " I would like to submit two applications for me and a friend.He is currently hidden in the shadows lurking. " Said Jeff the dragon robot zombie while stealthy by Faolán inside a small box.
  
   
   Spoiler 
  Faolán is currently in his green wolf form. Do I have to make a stealth roll even if its mostly for a joke?
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reality Glitch: Yes, please roll anyway.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: DaOldeWolf: Spoiler 
  Rolling for stealth.  (1d20+14)[ 16 ] 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Illven: Spoiler 
  
  Spot  (1d20+1)[ 10 ] 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Thokk_Smash: Tiberius walks down the aisles of the town square, pretending to ignore the voice in his head that's driving him crazy; well, no more than usual.
  
    Come on, Tibby,   Ultros says in Tiberius' head.    Gimme a little time in your body; let me spread my legs for once.  It's been forever since you used my power.  
    Shut it, Ulty,   he replies back in his own head.    The last time I let you out, you wrecked the house that we were fighting in; I had to pay for the damages.  
    Yeah, but it's not like that was out of character for you, Tibs.  Let's face it, you do tend to break stuff when you fight.  
  
  Resisting the urge to shout back, Tiberius takes the high road and merely looks around some more.    Hmm, lessee, gotta find a cool guild.  Someplace that can recognize my awesomeness, while still having awesome people itself.  Something like...aha, a dragon-dude!  And a zombie-robot-dragon-thingie!  Score!  
  
  He hurries over to the table and says,  Hello, person!  The name's Tiberius, wandering badass, and I'm looking to join a guild! 
  
  He notices the woman already there with papers in her hand, and he blinks in recognition.  He shuffles around in his pockets, eventually coming up with a few sheets of paper and his former guild's license.   Here's my info, my good man. 
   
   Spoiler 
  Spot:   (1d20+8)[ 12 ] 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Thornonymous: A gray blur tears past the row of booths, then there's a thump as a blond elf with medium-gray skin hits a hay bale, and a crack and a yell as the sound catches up to him.
  As he stumbles toward the booths (now slightly windblown) he mumbles and scribbles in his little black book.
  
   Note to self: retune the Haste speed and work in the brakes... 
  
  He then frantically checks to make sure his satchel is still intact. (rolling for profession (Courier in next post)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Thornonymous: Spoiler 
  P. Courier:  (1d20+5)[ 23 ] 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Thornonymous: Really hoping that the package he's attempting to deliver wasn't  too  horribly mangled by the sudden impact with the unexpected obstruction, he brings it to the purple dragon's table and says (still slightly winded)
  
   Overland Haste-Expedited Defended Certified Partial-C.O.D. special delivery for one Psi'Phi of the Drakin Empire? 
  
  He smiles and holds out a clipboard and ink pen to sign the receipt.