[F11 | PP] Relax and Report <<Tracker's Alliance Check-in>>

[Acanthus 0]

OOC: In an effort to accrue Guild Tokens, I'm running a monthly Guild-only private thread where any member of the Tracker's Alliance is invited to post. These threads will open on the first Monday of each month, and I will close and submit them on the following Monday. If you want to join, your only obligation is a single, minimal effort post describing any guild efforts they've taken since the last meeting.

Players are welcome to make three posts to meet the experience minimum, but it is not expected. (Because I'll be making the opening and closing posts, I'll probably make a habit of sneaking in a third post in for the experience, myself.)

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"Sorry about calling this crack of dawn meeting, everyone. I'm about to head down to Floor 18 on some (probably bad) intel, but the broker I bought it from swears the monster only spawns between first light and sunrise. I brought tea and pastries as an apology." If she called more meetings like this, Wulfrin would probably end up having a word with her. If Morningstar didn't kick her out of the guild first. At least that would be one less thing to worry about—but the pang in her gut at the thought of leaving suggested it wasn't that simple.

Her attention returned to the meeting. "I'd like to start hosting come check-ins with the guild. They're entirely optional because we're all adults. And I can't make you do anything. More the latter than the former." Apparently, I have no filter this early in the morning. Maybe everyone is too tired to care. "And the meetings won't always be this early. I'm open to suggestions on a routine time."

She was rambling again; she took a small breath to focus herself. "Very quickly, I'd like to go around the room and hear what guild activity you've done since we last met up. And it's ok if the answer is 'nothing.' I just think we'll make for a better guild if we keep up with each other. That way, we're not accidentally retracing any steps. Once you've given a report, you're free to head out and start your day, or stay and mingle, or go back to sleep. At any rate, please take a pastry on the way out. The chocolate almond croissants are a personal favorite of mine."

[Wulfrin 0]

Wulfrin rubbed his eyes as he sleepily made his way to the included rendezvous point for the early morning meeting. For now he was alone, though he had attempted to coax his loving wife out of bed to attend, but she insisted on "five more minutes" that quickly became another hour. Wulfrin was exhausted as his days had grown rather busy as of late. Sentinel Armaments was undergoing its expansion, the country club was becoming more and more of a daunting task, and on top of that he had guild duties. The ability to find more than just a handful of hours to rest and relax was becoming more and more of a novelty for the swordsman. His appearance was even more of a disheveled mess. His armor was half on and looking worse for wear and his sword was suspiciously missing from the sheath on his back.

"Morning," Wulfrin yawned as he shambled up to the meeting point like a zombie freshly risen from the dead. His left hand slowly raising to form a half hearted salute. "Reporting for duty..."

Acanthus started the meeting as Wulfrin plopped himself into the seat just left of the table's head. As the second in command of the Tracker's Alliance, Wulfrin felt the obligation to attend each of these meetings, no matter how much emphasis was put on them being non-mandatory. A metal can materialized in his hand from his inventory. With a satisfying cracking sound followed by the gentle fizzing of soda, Wulfrin immediately seemed to spark to life as he chugged the drink. While the drink didn't actually have an effect, as many drinks and food didn't actually provide anything to the body outside of buffs, the placebo effect of chugging a soda was more than enough to kickstart his day.

"I'll start with equipment stocks then," Wulfrin cleared his throat with a renewed energy. "I stocked the guild vault with some tier one loaner items we can pull from. These are meant to be loaned out to low level players we may be questing with. I've noticed more players leaving the Town of Beginnings as of late, so figured being ahead of the curve was a good place to be." Wulfrin materialized a second can, only sipping on this one as he continued his update. "As many of you know, my crafting skills have expanded to include all of the available professions. I can make literally anything you need. That said, custom orders will take me some time as I have many, many, irons in the fire. Guild requests always take priority though and shall remain free so long as I've got the material reserves."

Satisfied with his update, Wulfrin turned his attention to the next to speak.

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Wulfrin | True Tier: 9 | Level: 86 (35/51) | HP: 960/960 | EN: 140/140 | (No stats; RP Thread)                                                                                                                            

[Scarlet Firefly 0]

Firefly sat in her chair quietly while waiting for the rest of the group to flow in. Her fingers picked through her hair until Acanthus spoke up on the reason they were summoned. It what she feared. She wasn't entirely sure she was ready to share the story of her near death experience, or at least what she felt like in that moment. In fact, the entirety of her Calming the Soul quest had left her in shambles. Sharing that wasn't on her list but she also didn't want to keep secrets from her closest friends.

Acanthus would begin to tell them that these meetings weren't mandatory, also that it would be okay to say if they had nothing going on. The energy between the first two were lighthearted and informative which was nice. As she listened to Wulfrin she started to think of how she was going to respond, figuring that echoing some of the similar things she'd gone through up to this point would be a good way to start. So when Wulfrin finished she stood with multiple notebooks appearing in front of her.

"Uh. Good morning everyone." She cleared her throat and spoke up a little. "You guys might have noticed that I've been a little busy with my own little errands. I unlocked crafting myself and added a little tailoring workshop next to Pollux's workshop. I understand Wulfrin is our craft-master but if he's ever unavailable I can make a couple items if you need urgently, or if you would like some custom-made clothing I will do it for free for you guys." She took a deep breath after a quick drink of water and continued, looking down to the small pile of ring-bound notebooks in front of her.

"Secondly, I have spent the small amount of extra time between questing and crafting traveling to lightly explored areas for my own personal experiences. My notes on them are a little rigid since I'm still trying to perfect my handwriting with the Latin alphabet." She chuckles. "I never thought I would have to learn the Latin alphabet, sorry. If the in-game translator can't handle Braille I'd be fine reading them to you guys some time. I've also been trying to draw locales of interest but I'm no Picaso."

"Lastly..." She pauses as she comes to a rushed conclusion to share what was bothering her. "I recently did Calming the Soul, a solo quest that... well, uh... I had a near-death experience. I don't wish to recount it in order to ensure this meeting doesn't get too heavy. I bring it up because I want all of you to remember what you're capable of. I came to the quest unprepared for what I was going to witness. I want you to all to return to this table every time we have these meetings. Uh- Anyway, the joy of seeing this beautiful with my own eyes will out weigh that emotional strength. I know what I've signed up for. I hope that's not too heavy to follow up on whomever is next." She sits down to give the next person the chance to talk. She wanted to at least hear everyone's experience before heading out.

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Scarlet Firefly | HP: 640/640 | EN: 80/80 | DMG: 22 | ACC:5 | EVA:4 | BH:13 | LD:5

[Morningstar 0]

[MORNINGSTAR]
— lvl 108 —

It was important that Acanthus lead their inaugural guild check-in. Morningstar was occupied elsewhere.

What was he dealing with, you ask?

Bees.

An ocean of bees, buzzing electrically, filled the ravine to its rim. Clammy fingers tapped against a glass jar. "Not doing it," Morningstar said decisively.

"I don't need that many. Even twelve bees would do," came Kingsley, trudging up the hill, clutching his walking stick and groaning with each step.

Morningstar watched with one brow raised. "You're not that feeble."

"Age comes for us all, young man. You'll see."

"Sure—not here though."

Star squatted at the edge of the cliff. He liked bees, generally, in small quantities, and risk-taking was in his job description. But this was too much, even for him.

"Fine," Kingsley stammered. "Hand over the jar and I'll do it."

"God, no. You'd die."

"And as my last act, I'd get the job done."

"Okay, okay—fine. I'll do it. Get ready."

Kingsley hoisted himself up onto Morningstar's back, hanging on with one hand and holding his cane in the other, ready to fight off any bees that came too close. 

Star's hand dug deep into the sea of bees. He felt one or twenty pins poke him and scooped, capping the jar with a metal lid. The sea grew angry, rising into a raging wave. That was Morningstar's cue to run.

[KnightessCiela 0]

Ciela scrambled around the room, placing a plate of food in front of every seat. A plate is also putting it lightly, it was more like a platter. Each plate had a mini charcuterie board, sandwiches, pastries, cookies, and so many other things. She knew not all members would be present at the table but that didn't matter to her. She wanted to make sure that everyone that was there was fed and she'd cover the other platters after the meeting was over. 

Ciela reached over Wulfrin's shoulder and took a sip of his drink, before placing it back in his hand and placing a soft kiss on his forehead. "I really haven't done much recently. The remodel of Fondante's Inferno has taken up most of my time. My apologies." Ciela took her seat and sipped her drink. "I do plan on taking more new players on First Lessons, that way they have a walking sponge protecting them."

Spoiler

WC: 158

 

Edited 3 hours ago by KnightessCiela

[Cascade 0]

A Trackers Alliance Check-In.

- Acanthus

Cascade grinned at the message, it was time to put faces to the names she had heard. She glanced over at Ascension, and smiled. He was fast asleep. She leaned over, brushing her hair behind her ear, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before climbing out of bed. She was a ball of joy this morning, dancing and jumping around the room as she got ready, she hummed to herself softly. She looked in the mirror, satisfied with her appearance she made her way to the meeting. 

She arrived before she needed to, Cascade was habitually punctual. It wasn't long before the gathering began and people had started to arrive....none of which she was familiar with. She shrugged and found her seat, listening as each offered their own information. She didn't have anything to add, she was a new member, simply here to learn. A red haired woman arrived and began to lay out extravagant trays of food. Cascades eyes widened, there was no way this one tray was all for her. It was. She brightened and dug in, offering and smile to the red haired woman. 

Silence

Each member had given their sentiments, she figured it was her turn, what to say, what to say. 

"I'm new here, so I haven't contributed y as far as I am aware, but I am more than willing and capable of being taught. I look forward to working with everyone." she added simply, before sitting back and eating more. 

[Bee 0]

[BEE]
— lvl 8 —

A stack of neatly partitioned reports hung heavy in Bee's arms. It was an archaic way to organize information, but it maintained a tiny semblance of the old world and that charmed her. She skimmed the contents briefly. Each folder was separate from the rest, built on information that Morningstar and a few others had collected over time. Mostly, they were low-value rumors—no more than curiosities. Risk was minimal, but so were the rewards. They were the perfect jobs for new recruits. She skipped ahead. The missions scaled progressively, but never exceeded the capabilities of the average player. They were basic, uninspired, worth less than her time. Better than anyone, she knew that their leader had amassed a collection of real rumors. Why settle for the minor leagues?

She poked her head into the meeting space. Acanthus had already begun, but the room looked a bit sad. A roster of six was fewer than she remembered. Had the other dozen or so died off? Unlucky.

She smiled at their new broker. They hadn't met, but Morningstar spoke highly of her. Bee found him to be a shaky judge of character. She placed the reports gently on the table and, when the chance came to speak, she addressed the team.

"To start, I'm Bee. I've seen a few of you around, but I don't think we've ever been introduced," she said, fidgeting with a folder.

She cleared her throat. "Star left these with me to hand out to any of our beginner or intermediate trackers... but it seems like I brought too many. Um—anyway. They're all rumors. I think he compiled the information himself. He couldn't be here this morning, but I can try to answer questions for him."