**The largest Guildhall, in between the Peacekeepers' and the Clerics', belongs to the Machinists and you are absolutely not allowed inside. It simply isn't finished yet and that is made clear by the extensive scaffolding around the walls.
It is also clear that no one is working on this right now, because there is no sign of life here whatsoever except for a Lean-to built from Scaffolding near the tremendous entrance doors. If one were to approach despite the obvious lack of anyone anywhere, one would find a cot and a bench inside the Lean-to, both of which are mostly smothered by blueprints in various stages of completeness.
If one were to wait here long enough, eventually a well-oiled Greel will appear, exhausted looking, wearing dirty work clothes. That is the Guild Leader of Ash, Gretch. Feel free to talk to him, especially if you love rude brush offs.**
Epic World! Because seriously! It's the awesome!
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Maren found himself in his guild location wanting to serve in any way that he could. He looked around for any of the beetles he had heard about, his morning stars already in his hands.
**It didn't take much effort. The place, just like the rest of the city, was swarming with the things as they buzzed about and loudly mated on everything.**
Maren cracked his knuckles loudly. "Let's do this." the machinist let his mists extend around him and slammed his right morning star down on the nearest beetle.
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**Click Beetles didn't seem to have much in the way of survival instincts as the thing was perfectly content to allow Maren to smash it into an spluttering burst of shell and innards.**
When the couple landed on Maren's back and he felt the commotion. He froze and his eye twitched his face draining of color. Suddenly he burst into flames char broiling the insects to a crisp. "TIME TO DIE ******* BUGS!!!!!" the flaming man began running around crushing bugs with an inexhaustible rage.
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The fire died down and Maren put his hands on his knees, breathing deeply for a few minutes. After catching his breath he stood up straight with a smile. "Well that was fun, but I might as well get paid." He strolled out of the area.
It is also clear that no one is working on this right now, because there is no sign of life here whatsoever except for a Lean-to built from Scaffolding near the tremendous entrance doors. If one were to approach despite the obvious lack of anyone anywhere, one would find a cot and a bench inside the Lean-to, both of which are mostly smothered by blueprints in various stages of completeness.
If one were to wait here long enough, eventually a well-oiled Greel will appear, exhausted looking, wearing dirty work clothes. That is the Guild Leader of Ash, Gretch. Feel free to talk to him, especially if you love rude brush offs.**
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Darby, Esteemed Adventurer
Mike, the Situation
Herschell Ratliff, Merchant of Finery
Yaagh, the Pummeler
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Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
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Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
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Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
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Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together