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GUILDHOUSE MEETING ROOM #24
Guild party creation
Mediator today: Artemis Lemont, Lead organizer of wood/bronze decision adventurers
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Artemis smiled warmly while the newly formed group began to discuss what they would be bringing to the group, how they would work, and a sense of leadership began to take shape. Truth be told, as a viewer of the thousands of groups that had been created within the last 10 years of her working at the Guildhouse, she had gotten a better sense of who offered what when it came to group morale and safety. While some, like the Lycan for example, would thrive amidst the chaos of the dungeon rifts, the more subtle missions would fall apart at the seems. 
Ogres and Trolls had been known to flatten anyone who tried to steal their Cache in an open fight. Without a proper strategy it was far too easy for the larger creatures to kill off even a skilled group of disorganized party members. Without taking every situation into consideration and applying a plan, you were mince meat!
Artemis tilted her head ever so slightly while silently assessing who would make the best leader. Though it wasn`t her choice to make.

Ayse Temer would have been a solid runner for that role, but the issue she had mentioned with her husband might compromise her ability to make a decision if she found the mans trail. Heavens only knew how many lovestruck couples had perished for the right reason at the wrong time..
The Orc, while strong, thus far had not shown himself to be the leader type. Nor the talkative type. The way he was rubbing his head and putting back the wine, one could even argue he was not the most sober either. A shame.

Alya, the Sylph, perhaps? A quick glance at her form, which had been taken and placed infront of Artemis after being signed, was detailed in a great deal of things. Information found about them before they had ever even arrived at the guildhouse had revealed even more. An assassin by trade, while not the most honest of jobs, was fitting for her talents. But if the poor girl couldn't keep her hands to herself in the city after becoming a proper rift delver, she would not only face execution.. But she would find it at the prisoners carnival.
Artemis held back a shiver as she remembered her own time there. 

The most fitting choice seemed to be Mistress Silverflame. Being a noble, she was well educated. Well funded. The Mantis she was in control of alone was worth more than Artemis made in a month! The Iron Hands weren't exactly the friendliest business venture to trade with, and their taxation could become quite staggering when a good haul of items was found in a cache, so having a solid financial backing was helpful to the cause too. 
Her style of fighting was also built more around issuing commands to the guardian insects that crawled around, Artemis was assuming, was every part of the poor girl below that fabulous dress. Just imagining the crawlers she had seen once on her own skin was enough to give her the chills! 

Clearing her throat, she patted the air infront of her to urge everyone back to their seats. If only for a moment.

[color=f7941d]"I hate to interrupt. But I'm on a bit of a schedule for now, so I cannot stay much longer. Before I go, it is guild custom for a newly formed group to be given a dungeon escort from one of the higher ranking members of the guildhouse. A formality you all may one day be asked to participate in, though it is indeed voluntary only!"[/color]

Artemis could hear the heavy thump of his footsteps already. Indeed the table had begun to wobble ever so subtly. The wine in everyones glasses was shaking! An omen of what was to come..

[color=f7941d]"Please welcome your dungeon Escort. He should be here any moment." [/color]

From outside of the room they heard something groaning. Wood was.. groaning. Something incredibly heavy was padding its way down the hallway, and a voice.. Loud, stern, confident. Yet it was.. Muffled. Even through the thick walls you could just barely hear it.

[i]"WHY YOU INGRATEFUL-"[/i] The voice roared on the opposite side of the wood and stone wall. The moaning of something much larger, more feral, rumbled in moments after as if speaking to the first person.

[i][color=ed1c24]"I SAID NO! YOU ARE NOT-"[/color][/i] Again the beast was groaning and growling but the man continued undaunted, [color=ed1c24][i]"IT IS GUILD REGULATION YOU HARPY! YOU CAN'T COME!" [/i][/color]
Everything went quiet as a receptionist opened the door, peaking out at their visitor. In a panic the receptionist slammed the door and leapt aside before it happened.


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Siph braced for what was to come, the runic words carved into his arms took on a sinister red glow as they pumped brute strength into every inch of his hulking form. Infused with the magic of his homeland it was hard for anything to move him, but the great white bear was a monster in its own right. Rearing up to its full potential of almost 12 feet tall, Meesha growled in her anger and attacked without holding back.
Together they crashed through the thick stone wall like paper, tumbling in a shower of dust and rock across the polished hardwood floor. Artemis barely flinched. 

[color=ed1c24]"YOU BLOODY HOMEWRECKER, YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!"[/color]

Both hands planted in the beasts mouth, firmly prying apart the titans mouth with his own brute strength alone, Siphs muscular arms bulged and seethed with the bears own strength. As a speaker of the wilds to his former clan, Shamans learned how to bind themselves to animal companions and befriend them. Most went for wolves, owls, bears, boars. Siph had tackled a denmother of legend. The white beast of Farrkrin Mountains, said to be the mother of all dire bears. 

Groaning and growling, hunks of saliva flying from the mouth of the beast onto his face, Siph reared back his fist and struck hard at the head of his animal companion. A blow that was said to carry enough power to fell a giant. If the white behemoth felt anything at all it gave no sign and continued to try and charge forward, dragging Siph across the floor like a toy, as it snapped angrily at him. 

[color=ed1c24]"YOU'LL GET NOTHING AND LIKE IT!"[/color] Getting his feet under him, he pushed off from the ground and managed to twist the white bears neck, rolling it onto its back where it finally lay still. Siph groaned as he collapsed atop it, patting her belly reverently. 

[color=ed1c24]"Ah you big softie. All bluster."[/color] He laughed, not wanting to add 'no bite' to his comment. Such a thing would surely make her take a bite.

A cold cough from behind him had his spine straight as an arrow and at attention. Spinning on his heel, he stood closer to 8 feet tall of corded muscle and scars crisscrossing his intricate tattooed arms. A long graying beard reached down nearly to his belt buckle. 

[color=ed1c24]"Yes, Ma'am, Artemis. Miss. Yes! Sorry! Please put that on my tab."[/color] He chuckled nervously.

With a sigh of, what seemed like annoyance, Artemis rubbed her temples as she glanced at the mess created. Again. [color=f7941d]"At least you are here, I suppose..."[/color] Artemis rose from her chair with practiced ease and made her way over to Siph, lightly dusting his bear skin mantle before turning to introduce him to the rest of the group.

[color=f7941d]"Everyone, this is your Dungeon Escort for today. Siph Barou, diamond ranking. Please get acquainted at your leisure!"[/color] Artemis clapped her hands again. [color=f7941d]"When you are finished here with food and drink, you may go to the infinity Bridge for your first rift as a group! Good luck, be sure to take a bloodshard from the church, and make sure your sigils are etched onto any equipment you would like returned."[/color] Waving her hand gently, the spirited young woman was quick to depart from the room using the hole the pair had made. It was going to take them weeks to repair it this time..

Siph cleared his throat carefully as he glanced over the new dungeon group.

[color=ed1c24]"Well! I guess we will be leaving soon! Do you have any questions before we jump right in?"[/color] Though he had clearly been rammed through a wall and nearly bitten in half, the charismatic warrior showed no signs of pain at all. If it wasn't for the dust and a few cuts on his hands one would think the ordeal hadn't happened at all. 
Meesha lay behind him contentedly.