Approaching Galdion
    Whether it is by boat or carriage, the first thing a first time traveller to the city notices is the large bay upon and within which the city is located.  The bay opens unto the sea to the south and east from the sea the coastline is broad and gradual slope that spreads out into low, rolling grasslands.
  Then your eye would catch the glint of sunlight as shines upon the citadel, which lies just within the bay’s waters.  An artificial islet of white, pearlescent stones intertwined like the petals of some great, petrified flower.  Atop the dome of the citadel stands a lone, fluted tower as tall as the dome upon which it stands, that ends at its top with a sharp point to one side pointed skywards and facing to the south-east.  Arranged around the island of the citadel itself are smaller, almost wall-like structures of the some white, pearly stone that would to anyone who saw them for the first time seem impossibly frail.
  Just upon the bay itself there lays a smaller sibling to the citadel, though only a tenth of the citadel’s scale and only familiar to the citadel in apparent building material and shape but made by what one would think another architect entirely.  For it is almost completely one whole structure unlike the great intertwined segments of the citadel.  And it has a very peculiar façade that lay inward to the land, facing west, very much like the shell of some monstrous crab from a bygone era.
  Dwarfed by these magnificent monuments are hundreds of smaller buildings fashioned by more recent inhabitants of the area.  The isleborn.  Their contributions to architecture range from shabby shanties and modest homes to lavish villas and exorbitant manors.  Within which drowns more civic buildings and the palaces of the crown and nobility.  All this is stretched across most of the bay though much of it appears to be clustered around the land bound counterpart of the citadel.
  The final significant feature to creep into view, once you come within a few miles of the city, would be the drifts of earthbergs that float around the heights of citadel.  Some of these earthbergs are host to elaborate displays of isleborn architecture and others host more moderate and serviceable structures.  With a dozen or so airships and other smaller aerial craft making their way between either the earthbergs or the city below.

An Adventurer’s Guild
    The streets of Galdion are many sizes but none of them would seem to be of an adequate size for the volumes of people that make their way along them at almost any given time of the day.  This made navigating them less an exercise in exploration and more an exercise of survival.  As the crowd would often push you in every direction but the one you had wished to travel.
  This compounded the difficulty of your task of finding the Adventurer’s Guild as it became readily apparent that few people on the streets of Galdion were actually its residents.  And the citizens of the city themselves had little precise knowledge of were the guild hall was.  After following several different directions you resolved to find a city official who could hopefully direct you from your present misery towards your goal.
  Unfortunately the first few officials you met frankly admitted that they had no knowledge of the Adventurer’s Guild’s location and would then send you on towards another of their peers in blind faith that one of them must know something.
  Relief came in were run into by a very friendly merchant who not only managed to talk himself out of trouble but promised to take you to an area called the old waterfront district where he claimed the guild hall was located.  A short drive later delivered you to what you were told had once been one of the wealthier neighbourhoods in the city but had fallen upon some difficult times a few decades ago.
  You found the old waterfront district to be just one layer of caked dirt removed from being a seedy slum.  Though the streets were, if not cleaner, at least easier to navigate due an obvious lack of pedestrians.
  The merchant had informed you that the Adventurer’s Guild Hall had been an old and abandoned dockside warehouse which the crown had purchased from a rather destitute landowner while a more permanent facility was supposedly being sought closer to the city’s centre.
  Narrowly avoiding an incident with a local gang you found not only the warehouses but also noticed that the surroundings had gotten noticeably cleaner in both the literal and figurative sense.  You found the guildhall to be a rather sturdy, grey, plastered rectangular building with a large set of double doors at each end.  Above the doorway towards the waterfront hung a large wooden disc engraved and painted with the emblem of Kingdom of Aria.  Three blue roses arrayed beneath a crescent moon resting on its points beneath five stars.  Though there was an addition to this crest.  A shield and a sword lay beneath the roses.  And nailed into the wall beneath the disc was a large sign which red “the Adventurer’s Guild Hall.”
  Upon a slightly weathered poster was written “Heroes!  Time has come to Answer the Call!  Apply within!” in a rather curly script of Common, which had been nailed into the inside of one of the double doors.  Beside this sign was a very heavy set human man dressed in studded leather armour with a small crossbow hanging upon his hip and several throwing daggers sheathed beside it.  He had the well-kept, grizzly beard that lay about his mouth and hugged his chin all the way up to his ears.  His care-worn features furrowed as he looked you up and down, crooked his head to his left side as if weighing something over, nodded and motioned with just his head at you to head on inside to the dark recesses within.
  The guild hall was dark, but your eyes adjusted to the gloom and you could hear loud conversation from deeper within as you made you way down a long, broad hall which had no proper ceiling but only the airy darkness of the unused space above it.  There were plain wooden doors upon each side of the hall and the hall ended upon a large wooden archway that lead into what seemed to be a tavern hall.  There was a stone hearth, blazing with a low fire and several round tables, most of them empty and a bar with the nascent form of a male human innkeeper slowly developing the talents that marked his kinds in later years.
  The only attended table and the source of the conversations you heard before was occupied by a rather scrawny runt of a doola tywuar a steely looking ehuron dressed in faded green robes and an off blue, purple musadi wearing only a bandolier upon its immense and heavily muscular torso.  Their conversation was broken up when you entered the room.  The doola introduced himself as Akkorrin, the guild’s taskmaster who in turn introduced two of his colleagues.  The musadi Mustavoloneus, the guild’s master of clerks.  And the ehuron Thatlan, the guild’s armsmaster.
  After listening to your petition to join the guild the taskmaster, who proceeded to drink and nod his head after every sentence you spoke, put to you a simple enough test as a demonstration of your skills and competence as an adventurer.  Were after he asked you asked you only one apparently unrelated question “Why do you fight?” to your response he simply nodded looked at Thatlan who proceeded to produce a small ceramic disc from its robes.  The ceramic disc bore the same emblem as on the larger wooden one outside.  Upon taking what they called the guild badge you were sworn into the guild by the taskmaster and shown to an empty room that would be furnished thereafter with a bed and whatever other furniture you could acquire for yourself and would be your room for the duration of your stay at the guild.  You were also told that they guild had a master, a chief administrator of sorts, called Bellonna Harkin though she was rarely ever around the guild hall and left most matters of the guild in the hands of its various masters.
  Over the next few days you met the other adventurers who occupied the hall and also a few newcomers who trickled in over the next few days.  Before finally you were assigned to a party by Akkorrin and would soon be ready for your first quest.

An Introduction
    The meadhall was quite, or rather close to quite, as Akkorrin had apparently fallen asleep after a night of heavy drinking laying upon on of the tables near the centre of the room but close to the bar.  The barkeep – a spectacled, young, human man named Titorius – had put a patched quilt over the sleeping taskmaster and was at the moment brewing a kettle of some rather strong smelling tea for whenever the taskmaster would awaken with what would most certainly be a spectacularly dreadful hangover.
  Each of you had come to the meadhall this morning not only to acquire breakfast but also to get to know each other and perhaps explore the city a little now that you have some companionship.

The purpose of this thread is to introduce each of your characters to each other and socialize.  As you had barely met before this would be an excellent opportunity for you not only to get to know each other but also for you as players to become accustomed to the play-by-post format before we get to your first adventure.
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Drex had just finished hes daily adorations to the Aurelian Pantheon and is planing to have some breakfast. Seeing Akkorrin, Drex decides to take a seat at a table on the opposite side of the meadhall, facing the entrance.

He greets the barkeep Titorius asking his to bring him the usual.

Waiting for his meal, something to drink and some company , Drex gets lost in his own thoughts as a result of the rhythmic snoring caused by Akkorrin.
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In reply to Drex (msg # 2):

It wasn't long though before rather heavy footsteps were heard, shortly before the huge form of their own appeared in the Meadhall as well. The large Kaetyma rumbled lowly as he looked over to the bar and nodded to Titorius.
A brief greeting later and he had ordered his breakfast as well before his lumbering form moved over to where the Deseekay had taken place. Given his size and build he had rather little use for the chairs and so he moved them to the sides to make place in order to rest his hindquarters there.
"G'morning.", he then said in a surprisingly jovial tone, given his armored appearance.
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Still, it seemed, that the list of today's prospectives were destined yet to accommodate more and more warriors for the Guild's halls; not so much through sheer numbers but with more the likes of..."variety", we shall say. That is to say, the towering Kaetyma was not without an unintentional follower treading up behind him, although the issue of sound and distance had yet to be determined. For unlike most others gathering towards these heroic halls, this latest warrior made not a single sound upon his entry, for as custom of a Musadi however big as he was, the coils of his muscular tail ran along the ground with a certain softness you wouldn't expect to be capable of his size. Not that it made him an altogether sneakier sorts, as attention might have quickly been drawn by the clumsy maneuvers his bulk made through the aisles of the tavern, movements no matter how practiced on land couldn't help with the occasional bump of the chair of rattle of a table, followed by an almost uncommonly polite apology whispering from the serpent's mouth every so often, "'Scuse me...my apologies..." We say whisper because you could almost barely hear it, let alone see any sort of regretful expression on his stoic face, but at least the oaf made the attempt! Right?

In any such case, his destination seemed rather unclear at first, but spying an open spot where Drex and Jubei had taken up residence this morning, he quietly made his way over to and drew his tail around himself, facing both of them with a rather nonplussed nod and 'standing' up, as if refusing to relax before granted permission, "Do either of you mind if I take a seat here...?"

Light padding on stone heralded the arrival of another of the resident members of the Guild. A Narayan entered the Guild hall, not even looking up from a book he was  reading, except the occasional glance to make sure he wasn't going to collide with anyone. He was small, much smaller than the other beings in the hall. It has only been a few months since the Narayah had returned to the world, and the appearance of the raccoon-like being would probably be unusual.

At least none of the Ulh are here... Phelan thought to himself.

His eyes landed on one of the free seats nearby a Kaetyma, a Musadi and a Deseekay. No point in sitting alone... he approached the table, looking up from his book as he did. "Is this seat taken...?" His voice was nervous. Not just because  of his lack of social skills, but also  because of the sheer size of two of the beings, even if he was somewhat accustomed to the Musadi race.

For a brief moment in the morning light, the hearth's flame burns a bright silver colour. It lasts only a few seconds, however, before it returns to its normal shade. In front of the hearth, however, a puddle of seeming quicksilver was had appeared. The fire glinted off of it before it rapidly changed shape turning into a humanoid figure. The liquid metal quickly forming into humanoid arms, legs and featureless head in which two points of blue fire burned. As an afterthought, a simple length of rough cloth spun around the figure protecting its, for lack of a better word, modesty.

It regarded the inside of the meadhall curiously, travelling from his home plane always disorientated him but he seemed to be in the right place. His gaze fell on the natives of this world and he approached. He bowed low, his left hand covering his right fist and a voice, steady and calm entered the minds of all at the table.

Greetings. I believe I am here to meet with you, if it pleases you.

    The barkeep blinked at the ehuron’s sudden emergence from the hearth.  Taking off his spectacles he looked again at the fireplace, squinting in a vain attempt to improve his rather poor vision and shook his head while taking out a washcloth to clean his slightly grimy eye-glasses.  Before he went into the kitchen to talk to the cook, particularly about what she was burning in with the fodder for the flames around the guild.

  The only wench on duty in the meadhall – a human girl by the name of Adaca – brought some refreshments, and what breakfast had been ordered by the party already present around the table.  She greeted each of them with a tired and slightly nervous smile.  Not being quite used to either kaetyma, musadi or narayah.
  Besides this the only other thing to cause a slight disturbance in the morning’s tranquillity was when Akkorrin made a particularly loud snort during his drunken slumber.
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Snapping out his daydream as the kaetyma greeted him. The grey-white deseeky processed to greet each new arrival at the table. And intredusing himself as Drasden Braskaal Anoer, Sword of the Aurelian Pantheon.

But you can call me Drex.

With the strange phenomenon proceeding the appearance of the ehuron, Drex stood up so that he can have a better view of this scene.

Greetings to you too. I am Drasden Braskaal Anoer, Sword of the Aurelian Pantheon but most people call me Drex. You do not have to please us, well not me at lest. I do not know about the rest. I think the only one you and us [*gesturing to the others how was recently arrives at the meadhall] need to please at the moment is Akkorrin at the yonder table. [*Points to where Akkorrin is sleeping]

Come and join us at this table. We were just started having breakfast.

Drex sits down looking at all of individuals around the table. Waiting for every one to finish greeting and introducing themselves.[*Sipping his tea and eating some of what is in front of him]

Have any of you been assigned an Adventuring Groups?[*Taking another sip of his tea]
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The large kaetyma had sat with his back to the fireplace so he sadly missed the apparently spectacular arrival of the ehuron.
Nonetheless he turned around to see what the fuss was about and then nodded at the newcomers.
"You can call me Iron Jubei. I suppose I'm honored to meet you all.", he introduced himself with a rumble in his voice, before he took a sip from his own drink. While he more or less obvious eyed the towering Musadi next to him.
"I've been told that it would happen today.", he responded to the question of Drex as he put his mug back down again.

Enkii wasn't the sorts for conversation it seemed, although he did very much feel the weight of all those eyes on him...or at least...those of the occupants forwarding towards his intended destination. Thankfully it seemed as though nobody intended to make any sort of problems for him and...well how COULD they! This bar itself was the likes of a cultural melting pot from what he could see, though that wasn't always an entirely good thing. Not that the Musadi held any prejudices himself beyond a bit of unease, especially when he considered one of the table's occupants happened to be Kaetyma, and given the less than pleasant picture painted between them by recent events, something instinctively put Enkii on the offense as soon as he tread near.

"Thank you..." was his mere response, though solemn it was almost just as much sincere by the bass rumble of a tone that seemingly brewed within his chest; and this simplistic vocalization, he felt, sufficed for the drinks as well as the allowance for a spot at the table; which he took pace by settling himself into his coils and draining the whole cup to the dreg...until he heard talk of the Guild.

"Huh? You lot're in too?" This seemed to warm the Musadi's countenance just a little, enough to merit a smile but not rife with outstanding joy either, "Mmmhmm...might as well then. Name's Enkii...uh...a pleasure."

Phelan blinked slightly in surprise as the figure took form at the fireplace. Ehuron his mind helpfully supplied. Seemingly one of the other newer recruits. As the group didn't seem averse to him joining them, he went to the table. He clambered on to one of the chairs so he could at least see properly over the table. Being less than two and a half feet tall was a pain at the best of times.

"Well, um... My name is Phelan Drixos, but I prefer just to be called Phelan." He introduced himself, his light tenor hesitant. "A pleasure to meet you all."

There didn't seem any hostility or disbelief at his appearance or size at least, which would be helpful if they had to work together in the future. As the human girl approached the table he quietly requested a meat-based dish, and some tea.

Lambent took a seat and ordered nothing more than a pot of boiled water that, when it arrived, he added a few leaves and twigs to from a pouch at his side. He regarded the others with polite interest.

Hearing the others start to introduce themselves he nodded to each before speaking, "The simplest translation of my name in your tongue would be Enlightened Wanderer Seeking the Lambent Fires of Creation," He stopped and seemed to be thinking, the pinpoints of light swelling briefly, Though for simplicity's sake, you may call me Lambent."

He sipped his 'brew' quietly...a mouth, for lack of a better word, forming on his otherwise featureless face to allow its consumption. "I was also told that I would meet companions today. It seems that we are to be placed together. Certainly it bodes well that such a diverse group are to be brought together. I am relieved, as well, as it has been...some...time..." Lambent seemed to get lost in thought before he continued, "Since last I walked this world. But I look forward to doing it again."

    Akkorrin stirred in his sleep.  He seemed to be waking up.  Titorius asked the wench to take the blanket from the taskmaster.  And without much difficulty she managed to extract it from the rising taskmaster.  Who woke with a loud yawn, which showed his vicious draconic teeth.  He looked about the meadhall rather bleary eyed.  Taking his time to absorb his surroundings.

Drex looks each of the individuals at the table, thinking to him self that: What a interesting mach this will be if we all were to be put in to the same group... but what is the odds of that happening.

Well that is a very interesting name Lambent. Not rely knowing how to respond to Lambent. He knew that ehuron were strange and mysteries but he did not expect this.

Yes, I believe that is why we are all here for, Enkii... it is Enkii?Drex response.

Well hopefully it is today Iron Jubei, but if its not maybe we [*looking at each member at the table] could do some exploring of our own. I have only been in the city for two weeks now and have seen very little of it. If any of you are interested I will definitely like the company. Looking hopefully at each at the table.

Hearing Titorius, Drex glanses over to where Akkorrin was sleeping.
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Jubei's gaze drifted over the table, briefly remaining on each of the others who had by now taken place here as well.
"We certainly seem to be an... illustrous bunch.", he said with a low chuckle that had similarities to the sound a person gargling gravel might make.
"Either way, I'm not really one for... sight seeing, but all this inactivity here is unbecoming for me. I wouldn't mind accompanying you to give my legs a good stretching again.", he then continued on before he raised his mug back up to his scaley lips to take another sip.
He then found himself drawn to look over to the bar as well where the doola had just awoken again and he let out a rumble that could well mean anything before turning back to the table.

Enkii's mere response to the supposed pronunciation of his name brought something of a rumble in his throat, though identifiable enough by its tone to remain a positive enough answer for Drex's curiosities. He sat with little more than some kind of distanced calm settling about his expression, merely content to quietly order a savoury meat dish from the menu after a brief glance before returning to his meditative thoughts. If anything, his hunger was far outclassed by his somewhat admirable thirst, and no sooner than having drained his cup did he place order for another refill within the spans of mere minutes from one another, and carefully nursed it throughout the ongoing talks with little more than flick of his tongue on the occasion of the subject bringing his attentions to.

It was only when Akkorrin stirred at long last that Enkii merely raised an eyeridge quizzically and mused aloud, "How long he been out then?"

A walk around didn't sound too bad. "I would not mind accompanying you, Drex. I could do with a bit of fresh air; I spend too much time with a book as it is." That was if they weren't assigned a task first, as Drex had mentioned. Privately he was hoping they would be assigned with one, his skills were beginning to rust and  he wanted to see a bit more of the outside world.

As the serpent commented on Akkorrin Phelan eyed the stirring taskmaster curiously, before shrugging and returning to his book. "Long enough it seems."

Akkorrin stirring did not really make much of a difference to Lambent. He simply glanced at the passed out figure briefly before he returned his gaze returned to those around the table.

    Adaca could not help but overhear the conversations between the adventurers as she brought them their food and drink.

“If you want to see some sights you could always go on a tour of the tower or the citadel.  I’ve only been to the tower myself; I’ve not had the silver to spend to get to the citadel.” Adaca said as she made one of her rounds.
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