The Common Room

Path of Storms

feeds@kickapps.com (Renarc) — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 01:51:34 PST

Rhythmic hoofbeats sound outside the common room. The bay snorts, shaking errant leaves from his mane with an elegant toss of his head. He comes to a halt in a shower of dirt and pebbles, coating his already muddy form with a fine layer of dust.

The slender figure on his back sways as if caught by a strong wind. He hunches over in the saddle, barely aware of the building in front of him. His sandy hair is darkened by what looks like mud, but the harsh scent in the air suggests otherwise. The only link to reality he has now is the powerful horse beneath him, and the wisps of memories that haunt him.

Broken roads never end....

A diminutive, young halfling enters the tavern. Her glossy, dark brown hair is pulled back into braids, but the natural curl shows through in the wispy tendrils that frame her face. Chocolate brown eyes and a warm smile are the highlights of her face. She carries herself with a maturity that belies her age.

Treelo surveys the room and a small sigh of disappointment escapes her lips. She hesitates only a moment and then makes her way to the bar, she uses a step stool she assumes is for use of the shorter races and orders a white wine unsure of they maintain a supply of Jumjum Spiced Beer.

She takes a sip of wine, occasionally looking around the room and keeping an eye on the door to the establishment. She doesn't appear impatient, just watchful if a little wary.

Hello....

feeds@kickapps.com (Morgain) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 22:04:44 PST

I would very much like to say Hello, and thank you already, to all the wonderful Sigils I have met already. I would also like to take this opportunity to introduce myself to those I have not, as of yet. My name is Morgain LaFae, an enchantress of the old world, I've wandered much of Norrath, though I've slept in an enchanted sleep for a couple years, I have recently awakened with the stirring of the magics of Discord, and other ancient magics awakening, has cut my sleep short. My mind is not as sharp as it once was, it is stilled fogged by my slumber, but I will regain my focus, and would very much like to find it with the Sigils, and so I humbly ask to be considered for candidacy into your noble guild.

a couple of old figures imerge from the mists of innoruk

feeds@kickapps.com (mukslinger) — Wed, 13 Jan 2010 07:53:46 PST

A large, well fed, troll grins sheepishly. "ferret? iz we here?" the slender wood elf beside him, a little hagard from unknown journies raises his hand in caution to the troll, drawing his blade anticipating something or someone to set upon them both. "easy, old friend... wait, I know this place." his scour turns into an expression of joy, dropping his sword he nearly knocks the troll over in his own excitement. "home, old friend.... home."

hey guys, its me... bahz and neithen, i happend upon the link to the old webiste and thought i'd say hello. not sure how many of the founders are left that remember me. but...HEY!

Walking along a muddy path to "The Shady Dragon Inn"

feeds@kickapps.com (Binmatin) — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 17:40:03 PST

Covered in mud, walks in a gnome with a bright shining sheild that blinds everyones eyes as he walks in and up to the bar and says, " Hello, my good man {as the bartender looks over his left shoulder and sees noone} down here, i would like to order some food and ale please, said Binmatin, i have journey may days and nights alone and i am tried. Binmatin looks at the bartender while awaiting for his food and drinking his ale, he motions the bartenser and says; As a Exemplar where can 1 find companions to adventure along with without getting killed nor kill his trusty Mercenary?

A haggard barbarian

feeds@kickapps.com (Aetherld) — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 21:32:25 PST

A haggard barbarian enters the hall, walks over to his old table and plops down in a chair. He looks like he has been sick and in the hands of the healers. In fact he is muttering something about healers taking all the fun and adventure out of life. After he is seated he nods to the rest of the folk in the hall with a sad smile. He mutters about what a barbarian is to do when the healers say no more ale, meed, wine. Aetherld raises from his chair and walks over to the bar keep and whispers that he would like some of the unfrequented berry juice, or sarsaparilla, and walked back over to the table and sits dejectedly and sips from the mug, with a sour face and shakes his head.

The Wooded Entrance

feeds@kickapps.com (ainadanae) — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 03:21:16 PST

The female wood elf stepped into the Inn, smiling pleasently as she stepped to the bar. She placed her hands on the counter and ordered an herbal tea. Once it was placed on the counter, she picked it up and turned to the woman with the many papers on the table in front of her.

"Hello, Miss. You must be Reridore. I'm Ainadanae. It's nice to meet you, Miss."

She held the cup of tea in one hand as she nodded deeply to the woman, giving a slight curtsey to her.

A dark Night

feeds@kickapps.com (Balmont) — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:23:37 PST

A cloaked figure walks in, dripping with Rain. He walks to the counter and orders the oldest bottle of wine available, and drops alarge amount of platinum on the counter for the barkeep to see. After getting his drink, he walks to a Human, sitting at a table with many papers around her.

"Hail, may i assume you are Reridore?" He says softly, "My name is balmont, not sure if the bardic courier got here before i did, but I assure you, this is no chance meeting"

he takes a sip from his wine.

"I must say, this is a nice place you've got here, although i think it would use some more plants myself, i look forward to getting to know you"

The elf drains half his bottle and sets it back on the table.

"Whew, strong stuff, good stuff too, care for a sip?"

A Rainy Evening

feeds@kickapps.com (Laent) — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:27:08 PST

A figure enters the Shady Dragon, wrapped in a hooded cloak that covers his face. He stops in the doorway and holds it open for a moment. A smaller form moves gracefully in, her robes shedding the slight rain that falls.

They move to a table, skirting the other patrons of the room. He leads her, but the guiding is almost imperceptible. Only with a quiet murmur or a hand brushed on her shoulder does he show her to a seat. She settles herself gratefully, shrugging the heavy cloak off.

Her face is scaled delicately, and the normal grey-black sheen seems to dance with color under the light of the room. She holds herself proudly, but pain is etched into the slight slump of her shoulders, and...

A long ways from home

feeds@kickapps.com (Kiember) — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 04:42:01 PST
The door slams open, the heavy wood banging against the wall. A large figure looms at the doorway, nearly filling the entire opening with his bulk. A hooded cloak hides his appearance, a plain brown lined with fur. The man removes the hood as he steps inside, revealing a face tattooed in a light blue ink. The tattoos are placed strategically around his piercing blue eyes. No hair adorns the northman's face, both head and face shaved clean.

"My apologies, I did not mean to disturb you. Please, continue, and I shall mind my own business. I only wish to take a break from the long trail."

He sits down, hanging his cloak from a wooden peg nearby. The man wears a leather jerkin, sewn from well-prepared hides. Leather wrappings cover his wrists, and a leather kilt studded at the end, hangs around his waist. His boots are also made from the same well-prepared, and worn, leather. The tops of the boots are covered in a fur, similar to the cloak....

((Please read -- the Portal Channel))

feeds@kickapps.com (Reridore) — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 22:40:29 PST
Hello, Sigils, Candidates, Prospects, and friends!

Our in-game chat channel seems to be busted at the moment; I've sent in a petition and we hope to get it working again soon. Please don't hesitate to chat with us if you're interested in the guild, and have patience while it comes back to working order. In the meantime, feel free to communicate via the forums.

Thanks!

~Reridore the Mighty
Sigil of the Reforged Blade
Ambassador of Sigils

An Introduction Fit for a Swamp

feeds@kickapps.com (Grubluk) — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 01:18:42 PST
An Inn, thought Grubluk, That's something new! Surely I can find a mentor there!

Satisfied with his (albeit somewhat flawed) logic, the Froglok hip-hopped his way to the door, ignoring (or at least pretending to ignore) the blade marks that marred its surface. Above, a sign squeaking in the slight evening breeze read The Shady Dragon Inn. Staring at it for a moment, Grubluk wondered what made a dragon shady, but the fleeting thought passed as a too-rowdy drunkard tumbled out into the street to the sound of a shouting inn-keeper. Startled, the shaman gathered himself and stumped (do Frogloks stump? One would think that was more of a Dwarf thing...) into the Inn. Immediately, a number of sensations overwhelmed him. The stench of alcohol, stronger than anything ever brewed in the Froglok mountain camp, burned his nose hairs. A number of...

Mulolina Enters.

feeds@kickapps.com (Mulolina) — Sun, 06 Dec 2009 23:50:19 PST
Opening the door with a broad smile, her light blue eyes shining, she makes her way over to a stool near the bar. Plopping herself onto a seat, the young, Half-elven lady looks around. She turns to the bar tender.

"Excuse me, sir" she asks in a soft voice. "May I have a water please?" she smiles while she sets a few silver coins on the bar.

She looks around then whispers in a low voice, "Have you seen a man named Carsehl?" she smiles and blushes slightly. "I've been looking for him."

She bites her bottom lip, looking around again.

~sticks a note on the board~

feeds@kickapps.com (Keats Lovesonnet) — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 12:59:41 PST
OOC:

Sigils, Candidates, and friends--

Just a catch-all note here to let you know that I'm going out of town for Thanksgiving weekend. I will have access to the internet, just not EQ. Expect to see me back either Sunday or Monday evening. If you need anything, seek out one of the Council, and if you need me immediately for some reason, they all have my cell phone number (not that I expect any emergencies to crop up!).

Have a great Thanksgiving, folks! See you soon.

The Shady Dragon Inn

feeds@kickapps.com (Aambross) — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 23:43:42 PST
A small but confident gnome enters the Inn and walks up to the bar. Many people notice his lightly pink colored hair, with a thick mustache and a small goatee. His armor is shabby, missing pieces here and there, but an aura of battle is surrounding him. Young, but experienced in the arts, he takes a seat. "A bottle of your finest wine, good sir," He says. As he pays for his drink, he notices several patrons of the bar are staring, and decides to continue his drink, ordering some food to eat. "It seems I have found the Shady Dragon Inn at last, now, who is the informant?" He mutters to himself.

So you want to be a Sigil...

feeds@kickapps.com (Reridore) — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 23:32:21 PST
As you enter the Shady Dragon Inn, a tall human with bright orange hair looks up from her papers and smiles. She stands and beckons you over, a wide smile stretching her face. Pouring two glasses of red wine, Reridore launches straight into introductions, a pleased note lingering in her businesslike voice.
“Welcome to our Shady Dragon Inn! I’m Reridore Fallenlight, Sigil of the Reforged Blade and Ambassador here. It’s my job to speak to you about the journey you’re considering; that of finding your Sigil. The Sigils come from all walks of life – we aren’t concerned with your rank, profession, or race. The important thing…”

Reridore smiles and slides the second glass over, taking a sip from her own.

“…Is that you feel the Call of your Sigil. If that’s so, you’re in...

Temporary Sigils Chat

feeds@kickapps.com (Keats Lovesonnet) — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 02:22:55 PST
All right, while Yuku gets its act together, here's a new, free chat for us to use. You'll have to create an account, but it only took me about five minutes or less to create the account and put together the chat, so it shouldn't be too difficult. Sigils, Candidates, Prospects, friends...all welcome, of course.

Sigils Chat

Hopefully this will tide us over until our real chat gets back online.

Missing in acttion

feeds@kickapps.com (Aetherld) — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 18:50:34 PST
Sorry to Starlene and all. For some reason after installing WIN 7 I am having troubles getting the game to run. Please accept my apologies to all, I'll try and have to working by the weekend. Again sorry.

What brings you here?

feeds@kickapps.com (Taron) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 23:50:24 PST
What brings you here?
Is it a twist of fate, brushed by the fingers of the unknown? Is it the warm light glowing softly from outside, drawing you in like a fish on a line? Or is it the hand of a friend that leads you, beckoning you to start on a new path? It may be one, or all of them together. What matters now is the creak of the door opening, the cold brush of air from the night outside.

A short figure steps into the inn, her footsteps light. She settles herself at a table, pulling out a map heavily marked with neat marks. The Sigils' call has led her here. Her finger traces the paper, ending on a dot marked The Shady Dragon. Yes, she is in the right place.

What brings you here?

Aetherld

feeds@kickapps.com (Aetherld) — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 16:24:30 PST
Back at his normal table, Drakos sits staring at a glass of water. The bartender comes over to the table shaking his head, and asks Drakos if he is sure all he wants is WATTER? Drakos shrugs his shoulder and frowns, saying doctors orders YUCK. Nothing but water till my head stops spinning from the wack I took to me head. But water is just a terrible thing to do to a warrior. Well may be another week and I can have something decent drink.