War Journal Day 341: 'The Unlucky Scotsman'
Jack McAllister called Scotty by his friends and Periapt by everyone else. He's apparently bad luck but he's a horse trader and a good idea for a final addition to our guild. Jason also said he was a cloth maker which helps with our cloth and light armour issues as we can go to Sam for our heavy armour issues.
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Jason walked down the winding dusty road and found himself looking at a wooden fence surrounding green fields. He jumped over the fence and walked across the grass up to a wooden house. The house was western style with a porch and all around decking. Jason went up to the front door and knocked. The door opened and a tall skinny young man with long red brown hair underneath a Tam O' Shanter stood in the doorway. Jason smiled at the oddly dressed man and then burst out laughing. The young man stood at the door was wearing what looked like a green and blue tartan kilt sporran an all. On top he wore a plain grey Jacobite shirt with a green and blue tartan sash going across his chest from his left shoulder. A Claymore great sword hung from a belt on his waist while a large round shield hung on his back.
"Jason one O' these days I'm goanna remove that constant open mou' O' yours," said the young man grabbing Jason by the collar with his left hand. "Sorry. Sorry Jack I? I just? Pfft ha ha," said Jason and he continued to laugh in Jack's face as it slowly turned red. Jack took his shield in his other hand and cracked Jason over the head with it. Jason looked stunned and then he apologised.
Jack let Jason inside and the two sat down at a table. Jack produced two small bottles from his inventory and passed one to Jason. Jason drank some of the frothy liquid and then looked at Jack in shock. "How did ya? I mean where did ya?" Jason tried to say and now it was Jack's turn to laugh. "When I was hangin' around the local inn the NPC gave me a quest. All I had to do was ta find everything on a list of ingredients. And this was the reward I got from it so now I can make it whenever I want. Pretty cool isn't of course its non-alcoholic but that doesn't matter but just to taste it again," said Jack and Jason sat there nodding and drinking in agreement.
"Right anyway back to business I'm here to make you a proposition," said Jason with a grin and Jack's face turned aggressive. "What is it this time?" Jason asked and Jack shrugged.
"It's nothing major I just want you to join our guild," said Jason and Jack looked at the health bar floating above Jason's head. A little symbol was stuck to the health bar. "You have actually joined a guild. So what's the name of the guild?" Jack asked as he continued to drink from his bottle.
"The Woodland Rangers," said Jason and Jack nearly choked.
"Nah you're having me on," said Jack and Jason shook his head.
"The other members should be coming up the road now if you want talk to the leader," said Jason as he pointed out the side window. Jack stood up and went to look out of the window. Walking up the road were three players dressed in long green cloaks. "Alright I'll think about it," said Jack and Jason chuckled to himself.
War Journal Day: 465 'Scorpion Canyon'
With the guild now fully established we've moved up to the frontlines at floor 48 for a few weeks to see how well we can hold together as a group. If nobody dies we'll head back to floor 35 for a rest bite then continue to rotate our schedule like that. Theoretically we should be able help out the frontline players a bit.
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"Quick somebody kill it!" Came the cry echoing down the desert canyon walls. A party of players were under attack from five giant red scorpions. "Aaahhh!" Came more cries as players fell to ground with their heath bars reaching red. Five of the eight players in the party remained standing in a circle attempting to fight off the scorpions. "Klein help" One of the players shouted as he was forced to the ground parrying a scorpion's incoming tail. The one called Klein sidestepped away from his scorpion and sliced the tail of the scorpion next to him. He helped the player up only to be swiped to the side by a scorpion's claw.
Klein fell against the canyon wall and looked up to see several black eyes gazing at him. "Come on then you son of a…" Klein started to say as the scorpion raised its claw. A low whistle could just be heard along the canyon walls and Klein watched as two arrows became lodged in the scorpions head. It screeched and turned to its left to see the attacker. A loud whoosh followed by a ka-chunk sound saw a large red double bladed axe sticking out of the scorpion having nearly cut it in half. The scorpion's body creaked and collapsed before disintegrating.
A tall figure dressed in a long green elaborate cloak walked up to the now bowel covered axe and propped it casually on their shoulder. Two more figures in cloaks appeared carrying bows. One stood still and continued to fire arrow volleys down the canyon. The other figure walked up to Klein and offered him a hand. Klein looked up to see a wisp of blonde hair and a smiling female face under the green hood. Klein took the hand and stood up. He looked back over to the rest of his party.
Two more figures in green where at the other side of canyon helping the party. One figure wearing a skirt was stood on top of a scorpion attempting to push a large sword through the hard outer shell. The other figure was jumping from side to side next to another scorpion. "Ya miss' me. Ya miss' me again," the figure shouted as a scorpion's tail came crashing down to the floor at the figures feet. One of the members from Klein's party swung their sword down and chopped one of the scorpion's claws letting the jumping figure to step close enough. The figure knocked the tail out of the way with a guitar a slammed a mace into the monsters face. A pair of arrows found themselves lodged into the scorpions hide and it disintegrated.
Klein looked at the final scorpion which was the one with the figure stood on top. The figure then lurched forwards as the huge sword suddenly punctured the scorpion causing it scream, shudder and disintegrate. "Ha I toll ya I coulda do it Jason. Right through tha 'eart," said Jack pulling his sword out of the ground and walking up to Jason. "Fine 'at's a drink I owe ya," said Jason putting his mace back onto his belt. Klein went up to his fellow party members and checked on those with low health. Klein started to search his pockets to find health tonics only for someone to hold two out in front of his face. "Here take them," said Simon and Klein did giving them to his fellow players.
"My name is Klein me and my friends wish to thank you. You showed up right when we needed you. But who are you?" Klein asked once all of his party were stood up gathering around him. Simon smiled and held up his arm. Aragorn came swooping down and landed on his outstretched arm. "My name is Simon people call me the Ranger my friends here are the other members of our guild. The Woodland Rangers of floor 35," said Simon and he watched as Klein and a few of the other players' faces dropped.