A/N: After spending a month in China, I've completely lost my command of the English language. So I'll be random and write a fic loosely based off an RO guild I'm in. Enjoy.

The Adventures of the Guild with the Very Odd Name

Prologue: The Nibe WHAT!

"Are you sure you still have the emperium?"

A young mage slammed his book shut. "For the last time, YES!"

"Geez…" His companion muttered. "I was just asking."

The mage sighed. He look ahead and saw that they were nearing their destination. "So, have you thought of a name yet?

"Yeah, and it'll be the best name ever! People will tremble at the mere mention of us one day."

The two young men's laughter carried them all the way to the guildmaster. Promptly, the mage pulled out a small brown bag carrying a single shimmering emporium. Along with a bad of miscellaneous fees, half a dozen sheets of forms, and two ID cards and birth certificates.

The guildmaster took everything and scanned his eyes downed the documents. After verifying everything twice and stamping some official looking documents filing this and that there and there. The man finally turned to the two boys and smiled.

"Well, looks like everything checks out. We just need a name from you and you're all set."

The swordie puffed out his chest and said proudly. "We shall be know as… Nibelungenlied."

The mage immediately choked. "THE WHAT!"

Even the guildmaster did a double take. "Err… I'm going to need you to spell that for me."

The process took about three hours, since nobody except for the swordie could read, write, spell, pronounce and hell, even remember what the blasted name was. Finally, it was done, and with a new emblem on their shoulders, the two friends set off, ready to tell the world their names.

"…So how do you pronounce it Rik?" The mage asked for the fourth time.

The swordie sighed. He was a young man by the name of Rikazen, and by now, he was tired of saying Nibelungenlied over and over again. "Nibelungenlied."

Now the mage wasn't an idiot. He couldn't be, he was a freaking mage. He read books to fight. But honestly, this name for reasons quite obvious to man escapes him. His name was Wyeth Collo. And even though he was a mere seven months older than Rikazen, he looked far older, and his bones creaked like an arthritic old lady. Mostly from the lack of exercise.

"Honestly, and you expect people to fear our name? We'd be lucky if they even knew how to say it."

"Hey, at least it's a hell of a lot cooler than 'Happy Sky' or 'Pies are Good.'" Rikazen countered. "I'm sure those names strike fear into their enemies' hearts. Besides, you're the last person who should be talking to me about names."

"What's wrong with my name!"

"Dude, you haven't changed. You were born Wyeth Collo and you're STILL Wyeth Collo. Drop the surname will you?"

"Hey, at least I'm better than that 'tildeasterickdash Flowers dashastericktilde' or whatever her name is. I still don't know how to pronounce it right…. Much like our GUILD NAME!"

"Oh hush about the name. Her comes Draco." Rikazen said, trying to walk away to greet their friend

"And what about his name huh?" Wyeth continued. "What's up with this 'DracoKnight' thing huh? I mean he's not even planning to BE a knight."

At this point their friend who was at the moment also a swordsman met up with them. "Because DracoCrusader just doesn't have the same…ring to it."

Wyeth rolled his eyes and proceeded to watch with amusement as Rikazen painfully broke the name of our new guild to Draco.

"You realize Akua's gonna smack you right?" Wyeth said, leading his friends, who were still bickering about the guild's name into a small tavern.

Rikazen shrugged. "She can't. She took her clerical vows yesterday. She can't intentionally cause pain anymore."

"Ohh…but if it was an accident…"

Rikazen immediately spun around and spouted apologies to the emerging acolyte who was happening to be carrying a scary looking swordmace.

"…Err, hi Akua! Nice…sword…mace… WYETH! WHY'D YOU GET HER A SWORDMACE!"

The mage shrugged. "Do I really need a reason? Look, I gotta go. I'm due for the Wiz test."

"Can you at least tell your girlfriend to not kill me?"

"Ahh, she's an aco now. She can heal you. Laters." With that, Wyeth stalked out of the inn, leaving Rikazen to his doom.

With Wyeth gone, Akua turned her attention fully towards Rikazen. "Okay Rik. Tell me, what's our new name. And I better like what I hear."

"Uhh… Nibelungenlied."

"Nibe…what?"

"Nibelungenlied."

"…Again, how do you say it?"

"People!" Rikazen threw his arms up. "It's really simple. Nibe- Lungen-Lied!"

"Again, only you can pronounce it. So there must be something wrong." Akua muttered. "Whatever, I'm gonna go train. And nobody better laugh at me. Or else…heads will roll"

After Akua left, Draco and Rikazen sat in the bar… drinking their booze… eating their foods.

Rikazen turned towards Draco. "Dude… I swear Swordmace is just an excuse to let acolytes like her use swords."

"You know it man."

"So… where to now?"

"Uh, Toy Factory?"

"Yeah, sure, lemme buy some bwings first."

The two friends picked up their equipment and set off to write the first chapter of the great Nibelungenlied Guild along with the help of their friends. Will they succeed? Will people ever learn their name?

Only time will tell.

For the mean time…

"…Ohh, poring with angel wings…"

"DRACO!"