StormCrow & Derringer: First meeting.
Floor 1 / Final boss zone
StormCrow lay on the floor, panting. He'd been one of the back lot in the massive group of players to push through the floor 1 final dungeon. People had died... and they sure as hell weren't coming back. 

As he stared up at the vast ceiling he saw a shadow cast over himself. This shadow belonged to a woman with blonde hair and pale blue eyes. It was hard to tell from his seated position but she looked shorter than him. The woman was clad in proper armour, certainly resembling that of a 'tank' character. She gripped a simple looking lance as she smiled down at him.
[Color=deeppink]"You look almost as bad as I feel."[/color] she says lightheartedly. StormCrow recognised her a little... she'd saved his life in that battle. Lept in front to block a surprise hit that would have severly wounded him. He quickly regained his composure before speaking.

[Color=gold]"Ahh hello there miss. My name is StormCrow... I believe thanks are in order for saving my life. You fought very bravely in that battle... you should be proud."[/color]

The woman simply lets out chuckle as she blushes softly [color=deeppink]"Heh... it wasn't nothing special really... but it's kind of you to say so StormCrow... you were certainly deadly witg that large sword of yours. And I'm not sure I've seen a duel hander fight with such elegance and poise like you did. I assume you must have had quite the upbringing? Oh I'm Derringer by the way... I like it as a name... I might be a bit small and unremarkable to look at but I pack quite the punch. It's good to meet you."[/color] she helped StormCrow to his feet and sent him a party invite, for them both to brave the new floor ahead together. Though neither knew at this point that they would grow to be such close comrades.

Floor 3 / Starting town.
StormCrow looked around at the small group he was with. There was Derringer, a man named BigRum who'm they had been partying with on and off throughout the second floor as well as two somewhat newer teammates: a man named Elkinn and a woman called Belsona. StormCrow let out a sly smile before announcing.

[Color=gold]"My friends. Our dreams are finally a reality. The guild has now been created, we are from this day fortg known as the Iron Lances!"[/color] He stood proudly as the others clapped and cheered. It wasn't really that big an achievement but to them it was a nice thing to do as friends, to StormCrow it was the start of a great climb to grow and nurture his new guild and to Derringer, it was the start of a new family.

Floor 4 / Town of Angels Rest / Levels: 25 and 24
StormCrow and Derringer walked side by side through the streets. Crow had been thinking about the idea of recruiting new members again. He'd been surprisingly happy with the small member pool of the guild as it brought a nice sense of comaradery. But he felt it was time to begin getting more members. He thought about putting in a milestone for fifteen. They were at seven currently. It was eight but they had lost one recently on floor three. Crow knew they'd need lots more members if they wished to be really recognised as a proper professional guild. Even if they were rather far from being one.

He continued to think as he walked, completely ignoring the one sided conversation that Derringer was having even though it was supposed to be a conversation with him. He stopped in his tracks as he noticed a rather strange individual. A man clad in a purple cloak with a strange white mask and a... jackal?