Post by Jupiter on Jan 11, 2006 12:48:32 GMT -5
My turn to bring something over from the old site (please tell me I didn't miss someone else doing this already?)...
Triia is so right, but I must admit this will be for selfish reasons.
Triia is so right, but I must admit this will be for selfish reasons.
It has been agreed that a thread with some explanation for some of the background of the guild could be useful. I've been trying to do a little writing so just for fun, I wrote up a little bit to start. Thanks to Logo for the assistance with the simian dialogue, as I am not fluent.
The Gloves
Logonitur Karn slumped morosely on the steps of the Hall. He had hoped that the light of the morning sun would improve the situation, but it had only made things worse. He stared down at the gloves, their cheerful green color glowing merrily in the warm light.
Fleur had stood over him last night as he admired the soft cornflower blue leather of the new gloves. She nibbled a fingernail daintily as she looked over his shoulder. “I’d use the dye remover if I were you,” she commented.
“No, I think the colors will mix nicely. I’m hoping for a nice blue-green to match my armor.”
“You aren’t going to use that vial of old dye, are you? You’ve had that forever.” She reached out and tapped the lone vial sitting on the table. “It looks funny, too.”
He snatched the bottle away from her before she could get a closer look at it. “It’s fine! Dye doesn’t go bad. The light in here is just…odd.” He looked closely at the contents as she shrugged and wandered off. It was the only green dye he had at the moment, and he didn’t want to wait for a trip to the merchants. Dye had become prohibitively expensive lately, in any case.
Fleur was right, though. The liquid did look strange. It had a faint shimmer that was accentuated by the candlelight. Many months ago, he had fought a vicious battle with a group of charr. Among the loot of the fallen, he had been surprised to find an unbroken vial of dye. That evening, while examining his inventory, he had opened the bottle to test the color on a bit of cloth. As he admired the rich emerald color, his elbow had bumped a packet of glittering dust off a stack of salvaged items right onto the open container. The loosely folded packet had caught the lip of the bottle and opened completely, emptying most of its contents into the dye.
He had snatched up the bottle and watched curiously as the dust filter through the dye, giving it an unusual shimmering opacity. Hmmm, that should look interesting when I use it, he had thought as he resealed the container. The incident had been forgotten until he had decided to use the dye on his new gloves.
Now, three vials of dye remover later, he appeared to be stuck with a pair of vibrantly green gloves. And to make matters worse, he was due shortly in north Ascalon to meet Monkey and Triia for a raid on Dragons Gullet. Even if he could afford it, there was no time to buy new gloves. With a sigh, he tucked them out of sight and went to gather his gear.
* * *
Monkey was bristling with impatience by the time Triia materialized out of the raucous crowd in Piken Square. “Sorry I’m late,” she said with a smile. “Are you two ready to go?”
“I eat ur babies woman!” Monkey snapped. “Now lets get going, me got exams tomorrow.”
As Triia looked away in exasperation, a flash of brilliant green caught her eye. Turning hesitantly toward Logo, she put a hand to her mouth, her eyebrows rising in surprise. “Oh my…” Her eyes crinkled with amusement. “Was that…intentional?”
Sidestepping the question, he responded with conviction, “It’s a distraction technique. My enemies will be confused and distracted by the bright color. Then I can rush in and cast Phoenix, roasting them all.”
“O RLY?!?” Monkey shook his head, “U cant tank, u got paper armor!” As Monkey continued elaborating on the finer points of the elementalists lack of tanking ability, Logo noticed that Triia had remained strangely quiet. He turned to find her still staring at the gloves, her face uncharacteristically blank.
He slowly raised a hand to scratch his chin and watched her eyes follow the movement. Interesting…
“So, Triia, what do you think of the gloves?”
“Hmm?” She blinked a few times, animation returning to her features, “Oh, yeah, very…green.”
As the trio gathered their gear and headed out into the scarred landscape of Ascalon, Logo looked back down at his new gloves. The color wasn’t really all that bad, and there did seem to be a faint luminosity to them. They were quite unique actually; all they really needed was a title. As he followed his companions into the wilderness, he smiled to himself. The Gloves of +2 Awesomeness had a nice ring to it.
Logonitur Karn slumped morosely on the steps of the Hall. He had hoped that the light of the morning sun would improve the situation, but it had only made things worse. He stared down at the gloves, their cheerful green color glowing merrily in the warm light.
Fleur had stood over him last night as he admired the soft cornflower blue leather of the new gloves. She nibbled a fingernail daintily as she looked over his shoulder. “I’d use the dye remover if I were you,” she commented.
“No, I think the colors will mix nicely. I’m hoping for a nice blue-green to match my armor.”
“You aren’t going to use that vial of old dye, are you? You’ve had that forever.” She reached out and tapped the lone vial sitting on the table. “It looks funny, too.”
He snatched the bottle away from her before she could get a closer look at it. “It’s fine! Dye doesn’t go bad. The light in here is just…odd.” He looked closely at the contents as she shrugged and wandered off. It was the only green dye he had at the moment, and he didn’t want to wait for a trip to the merchants. Dye had become prohibitively expensive lately, in any case.
Fleur was right, though. The liquid did look strange. It had a faint shimmer that was accentuated by the candlelight. Many months ago, he had fought a vicious battle with a group of charr. Among the loot of the fallen, he had been surprised to find an unbroken vial of dye. That evening, while examining his inventory, he had opened the bottle to test the color on a bit of cloth. As he admired the rich emerald color, his elbow had bumped a packet of glittering dust off a stack of salvaged items right onto the open container. The loosely folded packet had caught the lip of the bottle and opened completely, emptying most of its contents into the dye.
He had snatched up the bottle and watched curiously as the dust filter through the dye, giving it an unusual shimmering opacity. Hmmm, that should look interesting when I use it, he had thought as he resealed the container. The incident had been forgotten until he had decided to use the dye on his new gloves.
Now, three vials of dye remover later, he appeared to be stuck with a pair of vibrantly green gloves. And to make matters worse, he was due shortly in north Ascalon to meet Monkey and Triia for a raid on Dragons Gullet. Even if he could afford it, there was no time to buy new gloves. With a sigh, he tucked them out of sight and went to gather his gear.
* * *
Monkey was bristling with impatience by the time Triia materialized out of the raucous crowd in Piken Square. “Sorry I’m late,” she said with a smile. “Are you two ready to go?”
“I eat ur babies woman!” Monkey snapped. “Now lets get going, me got exams tomorrow.”
As Triia looked away in exasperation, a flash of brilliant green caught her eye. Turning hesitantly toward Logo, she put a hand to her mouth, her eyebrows rising in surprise. “Oh my…” Her eyes crinkled with amusement. “Was that…intentional?”
Sidestepping the question, he responded with conviction, “It’s a distraction technique. My enemies will be confused and distracted by the bright color. Then I can rush in and cast Phoenix, roasting them all.”
“O RLY?!?” Monkey shook his head, “U cant tank, u got paper armor!” As Monkey continued elaborating on the finer points of the elementalists lack of tanking ability, Logo noticed that Triia had remained strangely quiet. He turned to find her still staring at the gloves, her face uncharacteristically blank.
He slowly raised a hand to scratch his chin and watched her eyes follow the movement. Interesting…
“So, Triia, what do you think of the gloves?”
“Hmm?” She blinked a few times, animation returning to her features, “Oh, yeah, very…green.”
As the trio gathered their gear and headed out into the scarred landscape of Ascalon, Logo looked back down at his new gloves. The color wasn’t really all that bad, and there did seem to be a faint luminosity to them. They were quite unique actually; all they really needed was a title. As he followed his companions into the wilderness, he smiled to himself. The Gloves of +2 Awesomeness had a nice ring to it.
