RP:Mud Run

This is a Adventurer's Guild RP.

Summary: It is a recruitment day for the Adventure’s Guild and our recruits need to prove they are ready to get down and dirty if they want to join the guild.

Sage’s Archery Range

Meri :: What is normally a clear and open space for archers to practice shooting at targets now has been transformed into a mini-obstacle course for the purposes of this recruitment event. It starts at ground, with the earth at the center of the range having been turned over, loosened and then overly saturated with water. It is a brown and soupy looking pit that stretches for about fifty feet. Several enchanted rods have been driven into the earth surrounding the pit, for now they seem inactive. The pit of mud seems to come to a halt about fifteen feet away from some sort of wooden construct that recruits will be expected to climb. More on that later. It would not be a guild get together if some amount of refreshments were not provided .Given that today’s events might get a bit messy, Meri has kept the options simple: bottles of beer, pitchers of water, wooden mugs, and a small assortment of finger foods, like small sandwich triangles. For the time being, Meri is standing next to the mud-pit, dressed in her usual black combat-style boots, a pair of black pants that she could care less about getting dirty, and a corset that is already splattered in paint. What’s a little mud? The Adventurer’s Guild Leader has her long blonde hair pulled back into a messy braid and seems to be excitedly awaiting the arrival of both current and potential guild mates. For almost everyone, Meri is able to greet them by name and with a handshake as they arrive. “Good to see you, Karasu.” “Glad you could make it, Zahrani.” Almost everyone. There is at least one person who gives her pause. Looking at you Joel. He is instead greeted with a perplexed sounding, “Hi, stranger.” Once it seems like everyone is here, “Well I figured we could spend a little bit of time trying to mingle and get to know one another. I did not set up any ice breaker games though. Don’t make me regret that. You are all going to end up doing some reckless things together in this guild, so make sure you at least learn the names of the people you are going to do reckless things with. So get to it. Unless Magikrios has any announcements.” Meri pauses to look at Magikrios.

Magikrios can be found next to Meri leaning against a regular old bow. His boots are completely covered in mud . His pants and shirts aren't quite as dirty, but it's evident that he had some parts in putting this course together. The familiar and unfamiliar faces are all greeted the same. There's a smile, nod, a "hey, glad you could make it," greeting for everyone. When Meri is done with her small speech, Magikrios takes a small step forward. "Before we get fully involved here, I just want to take a moment to wish the newcomers the best of luck. I also want to announce that the Ranger's Guild and the Adventurer's Guild have officially formed a partnership. The Rangers, if needed, will join the Adventurers on their expeditions as a means of security, guidance, and an extra hand or twoto help accomplish whatever the day's mission is. On the flip side, we are welcoming the Adventurers to join the Rangers on our hunts and adventures as well whether it's to simply observe and document or to just learn a few tricks of the trade." Magikrios observes all gathered to see if he has piqued anyone's interest before finishing his address, "So, if anyone is interested in joining me and the Rangers, please feel free to grab me after today's festivities." With that, the tall elf gives the stage back to Meri.

Karasu looks as though someone dropped goblin fingers in her breakfast, though for Quintessa, this is becoming the new normal for her. Seated in a carved chair with wheels fastened to it, she returns the greeting to Meri with a nod and a half-smile. "I'm looking forward to our next leviathan hunt. Is it uh, in the mud here?" She says, pointing to the giant mud puddle. Judging from the satchel full of throwing daggers sandwiched between her hips and the edge of the wheelchair, it's clear she came looking for acion.

Joel comes through the clearing. Word spread about the tales of adventure, especially within the Destrier. News echoed of the history of the people who craved journey with the artifacts and traveling to unknown land that they have found in the past. Eventually, the word crept beneath Joelenik’s skin as there was wonder, and a tad bit of greedy nature in his core, hence the time spent up in the mines of Xalious. A lover of history, new findings, and diggings. Fast forward to now where he stands clad in hiking attire: basic brown tunic, thick pants, and hiking boots. Not to mention the gear he hauled down the mountain. A pack full of miscellaneous necessities with a canteen equipped outside along with a throwing ax and a pick ax (because he is a miner, yessir, not to mention a mountain man). Eyes scan the course before they fall on Meri. Everyone here is a stranger, but he must be one of the only “newer” faces. “Hey,” he offers easily with a wave before turning towards Magik. The man speaking of the Rangers, which might be a good fit for the man, especially when it came to nature and guidance. Either way, he is ready for the challenge, but first… he might need a snack to get that energy going. Like one of those tasty triangle sandwiches. He pauses, however, as he should probably introduce himself to Meri and Magik who look to be the heads in charge. "Name's Joelenik Kriskas. Joel. From Xalious. Heard you guys are recruiting some new faces, so I thought I would check it out."

Leoxander has used this grand entrance before but Leo was just abruptly there, perched casually on the moss covered high wall that sectioned off the elves’ training grounds. Not particularly hiding, the shade still speckled his black attire and brown skin with a sunlight camouflage pattern, as well as pinpoint his watching stare with an animalistic shine, now and then. Balanced as he was with the heavy compound bow on his back, a flask was taken from the collared, armoring jacket buckled to fit and conceal many blades. Dark mask drawn down around his throat in order to toke away at the hand-rolled cigarette as he observed.

Iintahquohae is unintentionally on Joel's tail and manages to hear the tail end of Magik's announcement that the guilds have merged. The word hunt is cause for an immediate lift of her eyebrows. If anybody was supposed to teach her how to 'hunt', it should have been Kasyr. But he didn't, so this news is delightful even if it very likely wasn't the kind of hunting her ilk were supposed to get up to. She's dressed plainly today, opting for function rather than fashion. Plain doeskin leggings, some well-loved boots with new laces, her usual grey button-up shirt with its sleeves rolled up past her elbows. If they're dropping introductions, the seamstress feels a little strange considering the familiar faces present. For the unfamiliar face, Joel, she waves. “Iintahquohae Kerrigan. From Cenril.” No Lady of House Azakhaer or mention of Vailkrin today. She didn't sling titles around when Kas was at Vailkrin's helm before, so why throw one around now? She knew her place. That was enough.

Meri meets Joel’s introduction with an easy going grin. Even if he was a stranger, he was more than welcome to participate in today’s events. The blonde does take a moment to call out a few names to him, “That there is Karasu, and she is here with Quintessa. We have my husband, Magikrios.” Meri only calls out the names of the people who seem to want themselves to be known, but the presence of someone else lurking in the forest and smoking does not exactly escape the lycan’s senses. “A few others might trickle in, glad you decided to join us.”

Karasu looks at the seemingly human man up and down, an eyebrow quirking upwards in a not-too-amused question that she chooses not to ask. The urge to be rude for the sake of being rude is overpowered by her respect for Meri and Magikrios, so instead of telling the man that he looks too fleshy and ill-prepared for combat, she tilts her head. "Are you going to hike through the obstacle course in that getup?" There's a swift smack to the back of her head for her comment, and when she turns around to see who did it, she sees everyone is looking away. Traitors.

Joel glances at all the different faces with the names connected to them. Will he forget them? Absolutely. Will he pretend to remember them if they come across again? Absolutely. He nods, smiles, and plays along before turning to the woman who is coming up next to him. Now, her name was a doozy, but he at least repeats it under his breath, and maybe that name will actually stay. Maybe. Hopefully. "Nice to meet you all." He does a wave around to the group.

Joel appeared rather amused at Karasu's comment. "Came from the mountain. Why? Are you worried?" He grinned at the rudeness before backtracking to sneak a triangle sandwich before the course.

Magikrios probably smacked Karasu in the back of the head. It's fine. D'Chath love. Or did he?

Leoxander also gave Joelenik a once-over as he squinted his eyes against the smoke he mostly managed to keep in his lungs, flicking his cigarette into a patch of gravel and dirt before he exhaled and washed it down with a drink. Witnessing the reprimanding smack to the fanged woman, he waited to see if there would be a preemptive fight before the course before taking the time to raise his half-bearded jaw to the friendly newcomer.

Iintahquohae feels the corner of her mouth turn upward at the reaction to her name. It was always the same. Poor guy. "Just call me Stitch." Monosyllabic. Denoted what she did for a living. Easy.

Karasu whips her head back around to glare at Joel, her cheeks quickly flushing with color. "Why would I be worried about you?!" The bratty demi-feline retorts back in an effort to have the final word. To anyone else looking, Joel clearly got her. "Stupid." She crosses her arms and regards Iintahquohae with a curt nod of the head before she resumes glaring at the mountaineer. Aww, Joel made a friend!

Leoxander muttered more to himself, but maybe his fellow wolves would hear, "...married life treatin' her pretty."

Meri :: After a bit of time letting everyone socialize, Meri attempts to project her voice above the chatter of the crowd. “Now it is time for the real fun to begin. I am going to need everyone who wants to take on our little obstacle course to line up at the start.” There is a vague gesture to where the start is and that is the line where the earth turns from solid to soupy mud. “Right here. Let’s go. Oh you think you are going to be standing though? Wrong. Get down on your bellies.. You’re going to be crawling through this. All fifty feet.” As Meri finishes announcing what she expects the recruits to do, she moves over to one of those enchanted metal rods that have been driven into the ground. The top of one of them is pushed and just as Meri does so, a webbing of writhing lighting nets out amongst the enchanted metal stakes that have been driven into the ground. Those crawling through the mud will have about a foot of clearance beneath the mud and the net of lightning. “Go on. Get to it. Go, go, go. I don’t want to hear any complaints either. Don’t like a little mud? Wrong guild for you. Can’t stand the risk of a little shock? Wrong guild for you.” Hopefully by now people are actually on their bellies and diving into the mud. Drill Sergeant Meri is going to get more intense if they don’t start moving soon. As it were, she is not shutting up, “In this guild, we do things like hunt leviathans so I sure hope the lot of you can brave getting a little dirty. Don’t let your head get too high, and you won’t die.” Meri can’t keep a straight face for that one. The shock won’t be enough to kill anyone…..she is pretty sure at least. If mud and potential shock was not enough, there seems to be something wiggling around in the mud. Writing slowly and making it seem like that mud has a life of its own. Worms? Slugs? MUD SNAKES? Whatever it is, it is actually harmless, just adds a bit of extra gross factor to it all.

Magikrios gathers his bow and joins Meri, but on the opposite side of the mud course. Instead of adding to Meri's callouts, he simply watches the participants get down and dirty through the first part of today's event as he walks up and down alongside the mud pit. He's judging. Maybe. Or he's thinking about what to make for dinner tonight. He does look over to Meri at her last callout. Don't let your head get too high and you won't die?! Magik laughs and shakes his head at his wife. Back to business. Magik eventually stops for a brief moment to try and make out what’s moving under the mud. He looks up at Meri then points to the starting line. What is it? A fat black ferret. Vhid has joined the mud pit. However, he’s much more concentrated on finding what’s under the mud himself rather than making it through the whole pit to the second stage.

Leoxander hiked the treaded back of a boot heel on a notch to improvise an arm rest, sleeveless jacket leaving all the ink from shoulders to knuckles exposed. His eyes tracked Magik to Meri’s side noticing their weapons in hand, and he called loud enough to provide a distraction and a taunting. “Do we get’a shoot at ‘em or what?” His own bow still at his back, quiver loose latched to an arm, bottle in hand which he took another pull from.

Meri says to Leoxander: Oh. Go for it. Just try to at least miss them a little bit, yeah?

Iintahquohae figured any sort of communication with Karasu aside from non-verbal queues was probably very inappropriate in this setting, but her gaze immediately softened at the sight of the demi-feline. Her smile waned a little along with it, but purely from the state she looked to be in. She gives a little wave, then turns her attention to the task at hand and steps up to the starting line. Instead of balking at Meri's suggesting that they were crawling through the mud, she starts unbuttoning her shirt. There's an undershirt beneath it, don't worry. Her glasses go too. She's concerned about buttons snagging and sleeves catching anything that might be in that soup she's about to bellyflop into, but not enough to actually carefully fold and stow the shirt away. She tosses it to one side with her spectacles stowed away in a breast pocket, likely in more mud. The electrical rods should be frightening. They're not. She's seen Kasyr's work and figures since they don't smell like they're coated in dragon's blood, they might give her a boost if she carelessly bumps one. Wordlessly, Inks throws herself into the mud and begins to slide, digging the toes of her boots into the dirt and shoving herself forward while her hands clutch at handfuls of mud. As she worms her way along, an amusing thought crosses her mind that interrupts Drill Sergeant Meri's hollering. ...What would Odhranos do? Maybe a tiny bit of terramancy. She flattens her palms into the mud as she continues to crawl, and deliberately presses down her lanky frame so some of it oozes between the gaps in her fingers to momentarily anchor her. Some of it compresses to her palms and all down her front enough to function as some kind of not necessarily friction-less body board, for lack of a better visual. It's smooth on their underside, which allows for her to slide her way to victory (or second place) like a weird land otter. Or something. Whichever. She's having fun getting messy.

Magikrios looks over at Leo and tries to not laugh, "Excuse me, sir. Would you like to join them in the mud? Are you a member of this here guild? Would you like to be?" Magikrios waves his bow at Leo in a threatening yet jokingly manner. The elf had no plans to distract the mud-swimmers. He was just using the bow to lean on. He's old.

Joel chews on the sandwich. He may have had two or three real quick ones. He was about to burn energy. He automatically brushes past Karasu to the line up. Happy go lucky guy. He shrugs his pack on the ground, all the while his pickaxe still equipped at his side, just in case. The half elf was in mid-chew when Drill Sergeant Meri comes full swing and he almost chokes before pressing himself down in the mud. Mud. The terramancer’s worst nightmare of no solid way to grip the wet surface, but optimism overcame everything, right? Maybe? Truly he just liked rocks, and there was no way he could focus on the tiny little squishy minerals at the moment. Mr. Mountaineer would have to pull himself through the tiny mud-netted tunnel Meri and Magik created. With his muscle stature, he was slow to progress, and whatever was wiggling beneath the surface had his face covered in a wad of mudpie. Spitting mud left and right which made it a little hard to get a breath from the dirt, but mental toughness Joel. Mental toughness! One of those wiggly things underneath the mud would creep across his stomach, and a loud laugh would spew at the tickle before his face would lift up and smoosh against the netting above briefly causing a brief shock to his cheek. Skin, mud, and struggles with helpless laughter before a zap and a painful laughing moan. Why? How was he still enjoying himself? He was terribly behind in the course, however, also in distress at the mystery that was underneath the surface, but really the mystery helped as well to not know. A little mud did not hurt nobody… thankfully, but he did look like a maniac. Meri, however, said it. No complaints. Serious sets in to finish out his slowpoke movement through this first round and he tries to pick up his pace. Did they really want this bearded roly poly in the guild?

Meri keeps pace with whomever is managing to trek through the field of disgusting mud the fastest. In this case it seems to be that Inks is taking a strong lead. Meri is walking just outside of the pit, so no matter what she’ll still beat the lead recruit to the next obstacle. As those participating in the course manage to crawl out of the mud, they will find themselves standing against a wooden blockade that has been built against a tree. The bottom of this blockade is curved and coated in some sort of black slippery substance, as if being dripping in mud wouldn’t make the base slippery enough. Participants will need to get enough traction to reach one of the numerous ropes that dangle about six feet from the ground, just out of reach for those of average height. Once the mud and grease-covered adventurer’s manage to gain grasp on one of the numerous ropes, they are going to have to climb to the top of the wooden blockade. Even if the participants get a running start to take on that curved base to try and jump to reach the rope, they are going to have to contend with grease and mud the entire time. “Come on. Keep it moving. Don’t chicken out on me now.” As Meri begins her next round of shouted ‘encouragement’, she walks towards the blockade. For a second, it seems like she might actually try and climb the rope herself to get to the top of the blockade? But naw, once she is close enough the psion employs her telekinetic abilities and levitates to the top. From the platform, she continues her nonsense, “You’ve gotten this far, you’re already covered in mud. What are you going to do? Quit? We don’t accept quitters in this guild.”

Leoxander took a moment to watch white fluff and hair become brown for a moment, checking the ‘race’ before he closed his flask and called back to Magik after a swallow. “C’mon, mate. We all know I’ve crawled through the mud enough for a blood sucker’s lifetime.” He hardly made a sound as he pushed from the wall to land and circle around the edge toward the Leader of Sage and the Tyrant of Trade, trusting them enough to give another sideways look toward Meri’s recruits. That’s why he opted to leave her yelling at them while finding a casual stance of crossed arms near the artist’s husband. “Ne’er seen that one before…” Muttered with a gesture of his jaw toward Joel, who was probably unrecognizable from the crawl but Leo had caught a glimpse of him before hand.

Magikrios might have been quiet for the mud pit, but the fact is, Magik has to help clean this mess up to return the archery range back to it's former glory before sundown. So, let's get a move on! The Lyastri follows the recruits towards the bottom of the slippery blockade. He drops his bow so he can clap loudly behind them, "Let's go! Let's go! Up the rope! Up the rope!" As the recruits manage to shimmy up the rope and to the top, Magik grins then disappears into a smoke cloud. Where will he go? To the top, obviously. He finds his way next to Meri to await the last trial of today's festivities. He probably flexes to those below and not currently covered in mud, for good measure.

Lita is late to the party but nevertheless intrigued by the obstacle course setup being traversed. She stands on her tip-toes to all but smother Leo in a hug from behind in lieu of any formal announcement of her arrival. "You taking on the winner, then?" She prods him playfully before releasing him from said death-hug to survey the scene better.

Joel swivels out of the mud. He shakes his hands before running his hands back through his hair to get some of the mud off for better traction and to dry the mud off slightly. This way, he could a grip on the minerals in his palm to shake them out with a little terramancy to help the drying process. An arm wipes his face before he walks over to secure the rope. Iintaquohae is still ahead of him, but he is just gracious for getting this far. Here would come the easier part. Strength. The screams from Meri and Magik did not bother him, however, as some miners in the caverns of Xalious were brutal at heart. Joel flexes to pull himself up and his shoes press against the surface of the wood before they slip and slide against. His body swings and slams forward into the slick surface. “Oh, shoot,” he realizes and now he is also covered in that slime, even on his face. Mixed with mud. He spits over his shoulder into the mud pit before he looks up. Full core. Full arms. Full climb, it was. With his might, he would begin to pull himself up. Taking several pauses for a brief break before continuing. At the top, he is about out on the ledge. He braces himself before letting one hand go quickly down to this pickaxe. He slips mildly down the rope, but climbs back up again before throwing that pickaxe forward on the top to create steadiness to climb to the top. Once he gets there, he stands, lets out a huge pound of breaths, but also lifts both of his arms up in victory. No matter the place, he was glad he finished. “Yeah!” No chicken here, unless there was a sudden rain of victory feathers.

Aureus wakes up to the commotion, finding Frosting horrifically shredding up an innocent snake, flying off to find yet another victim. He decides to watch the course while sharpening his axe, unsatisfied by the dullness of his weapon.

Iintahquohae gets to her feet with absolutely zero grace. It's slippery, but once she does manage to stand upright, her mud body board sloughs off of her clothes in very unclean sheets. Most of it still clings to her, especially her hands, which will be to her detriment when she makes it to the next obstacle. Naturally instead of -avoiding- the grease-coated blockade, she touches it to discern what exactly she's up against, and instantly staggers back – well, slips back with the grease absolutely destroying any traction her boots might have provided. The result is a pair of hands with absolutely zero capability to grip the rope that she can thankfully grasp due to her height. The most minute bit of pyromancy to dry her hands could work in a pinch, but she just -greased- her hands. The goal wasn't to set the rope on fire or her palms, which left one more option to clean her hands. Her hair. Specifically the top of her head, since it didn't get too muddy. She rakes her hands through her curls to wick the mud and grease away, hopefully enough, so when she grabs for a rope and leaps up toward it to begin a disastrously slow climb. But climb she does, and slip she does. Instead of trying to stabilize herself as she and the rope begin to sway, she throws her weight into it until she can swing to another, less-greasy rope than the one her hands made messy. And up she goes, swapping ropes whenever she felt herself begin to slip. Eventually her hands touch the platform and she hoists herself up onto it, long after Joel made it up. “...I have never been that terrible at this,” Inks pants.

Iintahquohae says: Someone throw me some water so I can rinse out my mouth please." She spits out wet globs of mud from her mouth over the platform's edge. "...Ick.

Meri is already waiting for Inks and Joel at the top of the platform, as they are well aware. They have had to deal with her shouting at them from atop that platform. Great motivator, ain’t she? Now that they are both up, Meri makes a vague motion for them to stands next to each other in a line. As they get in position she paces back and forth in front of the spot she indicated they stand. After a moment of uncomfortable silence, the blonde stops of in front of Inks and in a demanding voice inquires, “Where are you from and why do you want to join the guild?” Inks will barely get a chance to finish the question before she has to deal with another question from Meri. “What is your favorite color?” This answer, Meri cuts off before Inks can have a chance to finish it. She heard enough to get the color, hopefully. “Are you one of those weird people that can manage to lick your elbow?” Inks is going to have to endure a very overly dramatic suspicious stare from Meri before the blonde moves to stand in front of Joel so she can give him the same ridiculous treatment. “Where are you from and why do you want to join the guild?” Much like Inks, Joel has a limited window of time to answer before Meri just cuts him off. “What is your favorite food?” What does this even have to do with the guild? Who knows. “Can you make your eyebrows wiggle like they are waves in the ocean? Can you?!”

Magikrios s standing on the platform just behind Meri with his hands behind his back. While she asks each recruit questions, he takes a step towards the other and looks them up and down. This was all in good fun and in all reality, there were no wrong answers. Unless you are trying to sabotage the guild, then…Not cool. While Meri is hitting Inks with a barrage of questions, Magik steps towards Joel. The elf’s dark eyes burn furiously as he leans forwards toward Joel’s ear. To anyone not close enough, Magik’s next words would look like a whispered threat. However, Joel hears, “You have a worm on your head.” Just an earthworm. It’s fine. Inks is next. Inks gets a wink while trying to stifle a grin. He softly mutters to her, “Hope your pyromancy has improved..” That might come handy in a future adventure. Magik takes a step back and removes both of his hands from behind him only to gently shove something into the recruits stomach area. “Welcome to the A.G!” What did they just receive? Oh, just some really awesome compasses!

Iintahquohae confusedly steps in line next to Joel at Meri's motion, and lofts a brow at the general chaos of what they'd just endured and now the barrage of questions. “Cenri-” Didn't Meri know this already? Her answer for her reason why she wanted to join the guild was overly wordy in convoluted, but she could read the room a little. Brevity was key, and her reason boiled down to, “Seems fu-” Whether Meri got the answer or not, she blurts the answer to the next question. “Blue.” It definitely was fun between Meri's barking and Magik's comment. Her way of displaying her improvement is by extending out her forearm for him to touch. “Smack my ar- Oh!” She didn't expect a punch to the gut, but it wasn't. Instead it's a nice gift. Whether Magik did smack her arm or not Inks worked with pyromancy subtly, and primarily to make her vampiric nature less obvious. Her skin is warm. Uncannily warm, like an imitation of a mortal's natural body heat. She turns the compass in her hands once she's caught it and immediately pockets it for fear of it getting any muddier than it likely already did. “Thanks.”

Iintahquohae caught that eye roll from Leo, then took a look at the mud pit she crawled through before. She can't help hollering. "Want round two, buddy? I might win this time." Or she gets sweep kicked into mud. It's softer than sand at least.

Joel shapes up once Meri steps in the way and those tired victory arms come to rest fairly quickly. The blonde paces which causes Joel to curiously peer down at her with stiff movement. The joyous man was very stoic at this moment. Nervous. Did he pass? The questions are then thrown at Iintahquohae and copper-tinged eyes widen, but then narrow in confusion. What was this interrogation? Should he laugh? Should he be concerned? Who were these people? The questions however are now unleashed at him, and Meri’s questioning demands force an impulse from him that makes him spew information that he could not even think of. “Explo–” Explore? Explode? What was he going to say?! No time. He starts sputtering again at her questions. “Uh, beer.” That was not food. Was it? He then tries to wiggle his brows, but they only synchronize going up and down together. He blinks one eye closed at a time before hollering, “No, ma’am!” All he could feel was the grinding of minerals in his teeth.

Joel jolts at the breath of Magik’s whisper. He sort of dodges back before squinting and tapping his head before finding the worm. Brief amusement touches his features before he shakes his head. Seriousness. Right? Magik, however, was now welcoming them and shoving a compass in his gut. “Aye,” relief spews before a lazy grin washes over his dirt-covered face.

Meri also saw Leo roll his eyes. If Leo has not come to expect some level of malarkey from the tattoo’d woman by now…The blonde pretends she does not see it thought. Instead, she grins at the two recruits that she has put through a bit of hazing, all in good fun It might have seemed ridiculous to some but Meri did get some idea of their skills and willingness to put themselves in different situations, which was really what the tattooed woman considered to be one of the most important factors for the guild. “Welcome to the guild. If you ever have any questions, don’t hesitate to reach out. If you two want to mingle a bit, you are more than welcome. But I do understand if you both want to take off to cleaned up.” Meri shoots a glance toward Leoxander and Lita. “I do have a couple of guests to speak with, however.” Meri would depart with a wink so that she can approach both Lita and Leoxander, they are right next to each other. The blonde pins a hard stare on the both of them, “What? So the two of you showed up and you are not even going to join? Just trying to be a couple of teases? Or could I tempt the both of you with a more personal invite.” The blonde lifts a brow, and as this question is poised she holds her hands out to them, palms facing up, with each of them containing a compass.

Lita lifts an arm to wave a hand at Meri before clapping in congratulations for the two new recruits. Good show, at least. Though she would have enjoyed seeing Inks doing some under-mud-basket-weaving with that rope, for sure. Even Magik will likely get a playful wink in greeting before she glances around at the others gathered. She's a bit surprised Lora hadn't joined them. But Meri sidles closer to steal their attention instead. "You know I'm always willing to drag Leo through some mud for a bit of sport." She glances down at the compass in the woman's hand before reaching out to take one of them, tossing it up and then catching it again with a smile. "Or you know, just because it's Tuesday." She leans sideways to bump the pirate with her shoulder playfully. "Hey, think we can set up one of these obstacle course things on the beach?"

Meri grins toward Lita when the vampire plucks up one of the compasses that is being offered. Leo’s question about if they had a minute is met with a slight lift of the brow. There was only one way to find out what was on his mind. It did mean probably leaving the two new recruits, but then again, they would probably want a bath right? “Sure, I got a bit of time.” She looks toward Magikrios, he was a big boy and could speak for himself.

Iintahquohae didn't have to worry too much about breaking a limb or injury thanks to being a vampire, so instead of taking a slow climb down the platform, she jumps, then slides over the greasy ground, carelessly back into the mud. Yet again it takes her a bit to get back onto her feet, but after doing so she finds her ruined shirt and the clean-ish glasses pocketed in them. “Thanks for the fun,” she hollers at Meri and Magik, then waves at Joel, Lita, Leo. “I'm going to go dunk myself into a lake.” And out of the clearing she goes.

Magikrios, uh, is getting caught up and..Yes. Let's do the things! Magik thanks Joel and Inks for their interest in the guild and congratulates them. He even tells them to keep an eye out for a delivery soon! Exciting! Afterwards, Magik makes his way to Meri and company. He wishes he had some sushi to offer Lita, but due to the hard work to get the archery range set up, all he has is mud pies. Leo is given a quick look, "Glad you didn't actually shoot any of the new folk.."

Joel was not as immortal as Iintahquohae was, so jumping was not his speed. He would take a different approach. Pickaxe came in handy. He set it on the ledge again before using the rope to climb down the way in which he originally came, but this time, he avoided going back through the mud pit. The greasy, dirt-covered man then leans over to grab his pack. The canteen that was latched on is taken and he unscrews the lid to dump the water over his head to clean at least his face and hands. The rest would have to wait to hike back up the mountain. A little grime would not hurt anyone. Before he leaves, he waves at Meri and Magik. “It was nice to meet you two, and I’ll hear from you in the future. If you ever need to find me, The Dancing Destrier up in Xalious is where you can leave a note.” Time to go home and wash away the ick. A beer on the go would be snagged, as well before he disappears through the treeline.

Lita turns the compass over her in hand, already trying to determine if she can take it apart enough to fit it snugly into the leather bracer next to another guild emblem embedded there. She looks up as Leo mentions having to put cards on the table, lofting a brow in question towards him. "I've got time.”

Lita eyes a Joel as he cleans up and turns to make his exit. He looks familiar but maybe he's just got one of those faces.

Joel absolutely has the muck-covered face, too.