Riathan sat at his desk, one that had been provided to him from the Guild Initative office, a parchment set in front of him with a multitude of scribbled out names. Light’s Hope, Destiny’s Edgier (Which had been underlined and circled three times. Mostly because it kept popping into his head thanks to one Lady Genevieve Kent. 

He eyed the axe laying on the desk, the Guardian rune on the side emitting a bright blue light. He wasn’t even wearing his armor for the first time in what felt like twelve hours. He’d been out of practice too long and had joined some Seraph patrols. It was also a good excuse to get his ear out for contracts for the still as-of-yet unnamed guild He’d formed. He had high hopes, the group certainly seemed motivated. He heard a cough from the doorway and looked up, smiling as he saw his Cousin, Rynn, enter the office. The bounty hunter had a rifle slung over her shoulder, and gave her cousin a pat on the back. “Still no luck on the name?”  “Not yet, despite my best efforts. I’m trying to stray away from the names I’m used to, Ones with “Company” in them.” Riathan’s last two guilds, both bore such a moniker. His own personal endeavor having been Aegis Company. 

He sighed, looking up at the wooden ceiling, taking in the ever present salty air of Lion’s Arch. He glanced out the window and then realized he’d been staring. “I’ll put up an open parchment, and have our new members put up ideas, and then we’ll vote. That’ll be the best way to do it.” The guardian nodded, hand landing on one of his Tome’s, the pages brimming with magical power, idly thumbing the pages, causing light to leak out. 

“It’s a team effort after all.”

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  • ambrosine
    October 27, 2017 at 2:05 pm
    "We are trying to name the guild. You should help." Rikvi sat down in front of Tove and announced this, without preamble. The young skaald blinked, pushing black her blonde hair and smudging ink across her forehead in the process. "What?" She'd been deep in the process of writing some...suggestive sonnets. She hadn't even heard Rikvi come in, which was distressing considering how large the woman was, even for a Norn. Greatsword weidling necromancers should not be stealthy, not to a ranger's ears. "I have joined a guild. You will be helping us," Rikvi said, nodding. "But we need a name." "We had a guild." "Had. Now we have a new one." "Why?" "Things are afoot and we cannot tackle them alone." Tove rubbed her forehead. She loved her cousin down to her bones, but the woman was...strange. And terrifying. Better to just roll with it, then. "Okay, but what makes you think I'm any good at names?" "You are not a wordsmith for nothing, Tove." 'Yes, but..." Tove gestured at what were essentially a collection of sophisticated dick jokes. "This doesn't make me a good choice for help." Rikvi glanced down, then...took Tove's pen and scribbled an alternate word choice in one margin. "You write serious works, too. I have heard your epics sung. You have excellent turn of phrase, even when describing the attributes of...wait, is this who I think it is? Tove." "Sssh." Tove slid the papers away. "I'll think about it, okay?"
  • Sunscryer
    October 29, 2017 at 7:31 pm
    Aithne looked at the parchment and blinked. Not for the first time, she wished she could read.
  • October 30, 2017 at 11:31 pm
    Oh, you clever bastard.
  • October 30, 2017 at 11:31 pm
    Maybe these thinkings are worthy of a journal? ;)

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