conversations: human
conversations:  The scene of the guild hall was filled with a crowd of people going about their business. Some were in discussion of important matters, others for small talk about their day. Each of the newest recruits of The Rangers made their way down the long and massive hallway to the office of the guild's headmaster Garvius. Greeted by Garvius charming and pleasant secretary Loren, you are shown into a small waiting room filed with other people whom you all saw as part of the graduation ceremony from last night.
  
  With a warm smile and in a polite tone, Loren says to you, "Mr. Garvius is presently with some important people but did expect your arrival. He should be done momentarily and will see you then." Though at the last part of her statement she cast a worried look at the closed door to Garvius's office. The room you are presently in is small but homey. Loren has directed you to a comfy chair that has 6 others circling the room. The office is well decorated with 2 pieces of art work on opposite sides of the room, a small potted plant, and a coffee table in the middle. On the table is a small plate of figure deserts of all kinds with a sign reading "To our waiting guest, please help yourself to a complementary snack. We will see you shortly."
  
  More and more individuals you recognize come in and have the same line repeated by Loren, still casting a worried look at the door as she makes her way out of the room. Now present were five individuals awaiting their business with Garvius.
  
  *Time Stamp: Tuesday, August 6th at 9pm central. All matters of roleplaying between characters, and the NPC Loren should be done before the time stamp's deadline. If by player agreement, the deadline will end sooner.*
conversations: white_lightning:
conversations: human
conversations:  Mason is the first to arrive and while Loren is talking, he scopes out the room. When she's done he replies with a gruff,  "Right,"  and takes a pastry from the tray. He sits himself next to the plant and watches as the others enter.
conversations: MintyNinja:
conversations: human
conversations:  FANG 
  
  An adumbral figure draped in a long, flowing black velvet robe drifts into the room like an unwelcome shadow. People take notice of this figure and steer clear of him where ever he roams. Always unwelcome. Always unwanted. Such is the lot for a man such as he. Few knew of his curse but rumors abounded, as all such matters did in such a close knit community. The Warforged pulls his robe more tightly over himself, taking care to envelop the entirety of his ghostly ivory face under the cool embrace of the black hood. He barely acknowledges any mortal's existence, preferring instead to remain deep in thought.
conversations: Felhammer:
conversations: human
conversations:  Gamal takes a beat to observe the others in the room and sits down next to a stern-looking guy in a middle seat. After another moment, he turns and says, rather friendly,   "So how long you been waiting here?" 
conversations: BornValyrian:
conversations: human
conversations:  Mason eyes the newcomers, but when asked the question he replies,  "About one pastry."  He then eats the last bite and reaches for another.  "You at the ceremony yesterday, too?" 
conversations: MintyNinja:
conversations: human
conversations:  Taking his lead, Gamal reaches for a pastry, saying,   "As there then as I'm here now."  Swallowing a bite, he adds on,   "A bit long-winded, don't you think?" 
conversations: BornValyrian:
conversations: human
conversations:  "People gotta talk. Talking makes everyone feel like everything's normal. Someone talks enough he can make even a graduation ceremony feel like a life-time accomplishment,"  Mason replies. He bites into his new pastry and continues waiting for Mr. Garvius. He hoped there'd be an assignment for him behind those doors.
conversations: MintyNinja:
conversations: human
conversations:  Saeral slips quietly into the room. Noting the conversation in progress between the human and deva, she seats herself away from them and glances around, wondering when the headmaster would arrive and they'd find out what was going on. She wonders if anyone would mind if she snuck a pastry.
conversations: MasterGhandalf:
conversations: human
conversations:  As Dalinar arrived at the room, he hung back in the doorway, taking in the room before entering. He knew he was cutting it close, almost late to the appointed time. As he took in the room, he noticed that there was an Eladrin sitting a little apart from the rest of the group. Seeing her eye the pastries on the table, but not wanting to appear awkward, Dalinar decided to try our a new trick he'd learned from one of his training masters. Stepping over to the table, and hiding his actions from the Eladrin, Dal made up two plates with a small selection of the pastries from the table. Hiding the second plate under the first, he made a slight effort of will, and made the plate appear next to the Eladrin.
  
  Dal walked over to a chair near her, and introduced himself before sitting down.  "Hello, there. You look familiar--did we train together at some point? I'm Dalinar--Dal, for short."  He smiled broadly as he took a seat.
conversations: tbergman92:
conversations: human
conversations:  FANG 
  
  The Warforged looks around with a cool, icy stare as the mortals mingle. He half wondered if anyone had even taken notice of him but such thoughts were beneath a man with a divinely ordained geas. His hand drifted to the ivory bat symbol around his neck. He gently caresses the item as he continues his idle contemplations.
conversations: Felhammer:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Well,"  says the Deva, extending a hand,  "I'm Gamal. You were the one whirling around with that axe and sword, right?" 
conversations: BornValyrian:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Aye, and the long bow. Not spinning, but still a decent shot,"  Mason says as he takes Gamal's hand in his own. He shakes it twice and lets go for another pastry. He saw the others and their actions while he talked to the Deva. The big guy hadn't said a word yet, but the other human, the one with the tricks, he was starting to talk to the Eladrin. Mason wondered what Garvius had in mind for these five individuals.
conversations: MintyNinja:
conversations: human
conversations:  Saeral shifts her attention from the plate and pastry that were suddenly next to her to the human who had just sat down beside her.  "You do look somewhat familiar" , she says, and extends her hand.  "It's a pleasure to be formally introduced. I'm Saeral." 
conversations: MasterGhandalf:
conversations: human
conversations:  Realizing he probably won't get much more conversation from Mason, he crosses to the big lonely looking guy, sitting two seats from him with a gap between. Gamal takes out some parchment and writes a note, passing it to the guy,   "I'm Gamal, whats your name?" 
conversations: BornValyrian:
conversations: human
conversations:  Taking her hand and shaking it warmly, Dal replied.  "I do enjoy getting to know people."  Smiling warmly, he settled into his seat and began eating from his plate of pastries.
  
   "So, do you have any idea why we're here?" 
conversations: tbergman92:
conversations: human
conversations:  Saeral shrugs.  "I'm not sure, but the headmaster must have some reason."  She glances around the room at the other four gathered there.  "We are a rather unusual group."  Still studying the others, she begins to nibble at her pastry with a thoughtful expression.
conversations: MasterGhandalf:
conversations: human
conversations:  "CONFOUNDIT! I said the Guild will not do it Borius!", the group heard from the sound of Garvius's door. From the outburst it was sure enough to catch any one off guard. And, the tone ways less impressive. Shortly there after, Loren came running into the room hearing his voice on the other side of the door leading out into the main guild hall. Standing quietly she, for a moment, paid no mind to the others. Her expression was one of worry as she could only speak, "There at it again...".
  
  In addition to Garvius's voice 4 other individuals could be heard inside carrying on a heated argument, but the voices were quite muffled now. Though Garvius could be heard throwing the occasional swearing word around...
conversations: white_lightning:
conversations: human
conversations:  FANG 
  
  The Warforged looked into the eyes of the man named Gamal. Taking the parchment, Fang reciprocates the pleasantry,  "I am called Fang. I am pleased to meet you Mr. Gamal."  As he returns the note, the loud arguing can be heard off in the distance. The Warforged stares at the door, ***** his head and openly whispers,   "I wonder what that is about..."  
conversations: Felhammer:
conversations: human
conversations:  Saeral froze with her half-eaten pastry suspended in front of her mouth, straining her ears to try and hear what was going on in the Headmaster's office, to no avail. What, she wondered, was the Guild supposed to be doing, and who wanted it? And why was Garvius so determined not to?
conversations: MasterGhandalf:
conversations: human
conversations:  A grin spreads across Mason's face as Garvius starts with the colorful language.  "He's got the vocabulary of a Dwarven taskmaster, I see. I'm starting to respect him more and more!"  he says to no one in particular.
conversations: MintyNinja: