In a main square of Ravnica, a giant building sits which radiates power. It is Sunhome, Fortress of the Legion. Boros warriors and mages are all around. The Boros signet can be seen all around. The first floor of the fortress is somewhat of a sanctuary for non-rogue mages. Many soldiers can be found there, but rarely will any higher-ups of the Boros be found there. Mostly, League of Wojek people live here, as they are the ones who interact the most with the public.
This is also a place of worship for some.
Above, and the majority of the fortress, is limited to members of the Boros Legion. All Boros Guildmages and Soldiers reside and live here. Razia will occasionally grace this place with her presence, but seeing her is a rarity. A few spiritual angels and Firemane Angels, and many warrior angels. Most of the members are humans, goblins, and other (mostly white/red aligned) races. If someone is ready to join the Boros, this is the place to come.
OOC: For quick information on the Boros go here. or here.
Awed by the sheer size and scale of the great city, Kagdinel travels to Sunhome at a far slower pace than he probably should have. When he arrive at the fortress, he find a guildmage. Excuse me, but whom would I speak to about joining the guild?
OOC: I've had a conversation with Murphy, I believe he will be handling the quest to join.
The soldier thought as they walked. "Well, the wojek are soldiers, like me. Apothecaries are healers or clerics, depending on your viewpoint, and embermages are like their name imply. They throw a lot of hot stuff around."
OOC: Sorry for the delays. The holidays have me very busy.
The soldier nodded. "I'm sure they'd be happy to have you."
They came to a rather plump gentlemen talking to two elven ladies in flowing, white gowns.
The man had a sunburst crown on his head, and his robes seemed to be more armor than gown, though there was plenty of white silk in his outfit to match the ladies's garments.
The soldier approached the man, and waited for him to notice his presence. He bowed and said, "Guildmage Guten, I have an initiate here who is interested in becoming an Apothecary Apprentice. May I leave her in your company?"
The guildmage looked over at Sylver, then to the soldier, and nodded.
The guildmage nodded, and waved away the two women he was previously speaking with.
Them, he walked a bit, and motioned for Sylver to follow him.
"So, Apothecaries, huh? We can always use more healers to combat all the violence that this world has to offer. How proficient are you in the white arts?"
"Good. Travel back to Estark. There are a pair of twin angels in House Benalia, Aurelia and Aurora. Until recently, they were triplets with their sister, Alissia. Aissia, however, has disappeared. You are to meet up with the sisters, and go about finding what happened to Alissia. Do this, and I will name you an Apothecary Apprentice."
A large man bearing a small sword walks into the main room and kneels to the first person he sees bearing the emblem of the fist. When he stands back up again he speaks in a polite tone, "Greetings to those of the esteemed Boros Legions. I am here to see if I may join the ranks and begin my training to help rid the world of evil."
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The soldier simply blinks at Oris as the others around the two break out into laughter. One of the soldier's find time in between laughs to say, "Well Roy, at least some one thinks you have authority around here!"
Another one piped in saying, "All your wishes have come true!"
The man Oris had first greeted, Roy apparently, spoke saying, "So we have a fresh recruit on our hands. What do you men think of this one?"
"Won't make it through the basic training!" barked one of the fellow soldiers with a hint of sarcasm.
"Too rigid and naive about his perception of the world..." commented another soldier.
"Might make a decent foot soldier with his formal attitude?" asked Roy.
"No way. Like I said he wont pass basic, he has no passion. Duty and loyalty are good, but without fire to fuel him on the field of battle he will never survive!"
"That's enough Maka. All recruits have a chance." interjected Roy before he looked back at Oris with a wild grin saying, "Though the chances aren't always strong when old man Harris is the one in charge of basic. What do you think recruit? Do you have the fire to persevere the training?"
Oris laughs heavily and draws his sword, "In that case I will drop the formalities. I was saying this so formally because I thought that would be the most acceptable tone. You see this sword, it was an heirloom from my father when he passed away. Want to know how my father passed away? He was murdered during a raid of my home. I never even said that to my brother, and I will not stop until absolutely no one has to go through that again. So I will ask you straight up, do you think I have what it takes to be a Boros."
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The man stepped closer, somewhat menacingly. "You have a lot to learn. To be a Boros isn't necessarily to make a snap decision about anyone or anything. You must trust your gut, but you must not let yourself be ruled by it, or else you'll be scooping it off the ground. I see potential in you, but I've seen potential run crying home to mommy after the first week."
Oris nods and says, "If I even stand a small chance that this will be able to stop those who are evil from taking any more lives of our loved ones, I would gladly lay down my life."
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After looking around for a while, Aggron decides that the job posted at Sunhome is the best one available--he's fairly sure that the Boros will actually pay him, and he doesn't like the Rakdos much anyway.
He looks around at the fortress, wondering where to ask about employment.
This is also a place of worship for some.
Above, and the majority of the fortress, is limited to members of the Boros Legion. All Boros Guildmages and Soldiers reside and live here. Razia will occasionally grace this place with her presence, but seeing her is a rarity. A few spiritual angels and Firemane Angels, and many warrior angels. Most of the members are humans, goblins, and other (mostly white/red aligned) races. If someone is ready to join the Boros, this is the place to come.
OOC: For quick information on the Boros go here. or here.
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OOC: I've had a conversation with Murphy, I believe he will be handling the quest to join.
The soldier nodded. "I'm sure they'd be happy to have you."
They came to a rather plump gentlemen talking to two elven ladies in flowing, white gowns.
The man had a sunburst crown on his head, and his robes seemed to be more armor than gown, though there was plenty of white silk in his outfit to match the ladies's garments.
The soldier approached the man, and waited for him to notice his presence. He bowed and said, "Guildmage Guten, I have an initiate here who is interested in becoming an Apothecary Apprentice. May I leave her in your company?"
The guildmage looked over at Sylver, then to the soldier, and nodded.
Them, he walked a bit, and motioned for Sylver to follow him.
"So, Apothecaries, huh? We can always use more healers to combat all the violence that this world has to offer. How proficient are you in the white arts?"
"Sounds like you can find a home here. I have something for you to prove your worth, if you're ready."
Another one piped in saying, "All your wishes have come true!"
The man Oris had first greeted, Roy apparently, spoke saying, "So we have a fresh recruit on our hands. What do you men think of this one?"
"Won't make it through the basic training!" barked one of the fellow soldiers with a hint of sarcasm.
"Too rigid and naive about his perception of the world..." commented another soldier.
"Might make a decent foot soldier with his formal attitude?" asked Roy.
"No way. Like I said he wont pass basic, he has no passion. Duty and loyalty are good, but without fire to fuel him on the field of battle he will never survive!"
"That's enough Maka. All recruits have a chance." interjected Roy before he looked back at Oris with a wild grin saying, "Though the chances aren't always strong when old man Harris is the one in charge of basic. What do you think recruit? Do you have the fire to persevere the training?"
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He looks around at the fortress, wondering where to ask about employment.
There's one person whose glasses and clipboard screams clerk. He's looking around as if looking for people.