Mangrale

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

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Rowan

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| @13org |

The room that the two men were in wasn’t that large at all, it being just one of a few private spaces on the second floor meant to allow that little extra privacy among clients and hunters, though they are open to any parties seeking a secluded correspondence… or a guildmaster wanting some level of peace and quiet while he worked, while also having someone like Mr. Cullen to look after.

“Come in, my dear!” answered the gleeful old man as Kumiko made her way inside.

Rowan was taken aback by the stack of papers she brought in, a clearly aggravated sigh upon hearing what they were. “Don’t tell me they came back. I thought they got the message last time,” he said with some exhaustion in his voice, rubbing his eyebrows as his elbow stood against the table. He was clearly not happy to have anyone, least of all Kumiko, dealing with some bothersome traders in his stead.

“Well that’s what you could expect when it comes to merchants. They don’t get far in that business sitting patiently on their thumbs,” Cullen advised, trying to be sagely about it, but he wasn’t exactly trying to hide how happy he was to not be the one in their crosshairs. “They say you should never get between a merchant and a sale… unless you’re another merchant, of course… But then again, they do seem pretty united when it comes to this delay thing, eh?” he rambled a bit with a silly smile, already knowing how little help he was being.

Rowan set his clipboard aside and listlessly started to flip through the stack of complaints as best he could. Kumiko will easily tell from his face that there could be an honest to the gods offer for a generous donation to the guild hall among them and he still wouldn’t care to give them the time of day. Needless to say, there was no such deal in all she had recorded, but Rowan did key in to a sizable group of requests. “Seriously? Not only do they want the monsters cleared out, but some of them also want an escort to the festival itself. They could just hire their own escorts if they’re so scared,” he said with a dry shake of his head.

“Another thing about merchants: They can be very stingy at times,” affirmed the old gentleman, feeling at liberty to say such things because some of his good friends are traders. “Still, well done my dear. I do believe I see a generous bonus in your futuuuure,” he suggested playfully with a toothy grin, leaning over towards Rowan.

Looking to Kumiko, the guildmaster let out a small sigh, one that looked an awful lot like he was stifling a tired yawn. “Yeah, you did good Kumiko, handling that like you did. Burning all of this would be a treat for me to be sure, and once this mess is over, I think I’ll do just that. Might as well have something to look forward to…”

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

@13org Perhaps I will post it then anyway. For all I know, Liver won't mind waiting. I could always edit the post afterwords.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

@LiverisGood I imagine welcomes are in order. I noticed your CS doesn't have a "Point of Interest" but that's understandable given that they're new and all the locations affiliated with your character can be found in your description. And if the GMs gave you the okay, then I guess I'm fine as well.

@13org My response is very much done and I was just about to post before our visitor arrived. I can post it as is, or I can add to it, if you would prefer.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

I did it, finally. It wouldn't surprise me if some of you guys predicted the adventurer's guild making a move like this. But just so you know that signing up isn't mandatory and that this move was made with the GMs' approval.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

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Rowan

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From the moment he first heard the news, he knew he had a long couple of days ahead of him; At least that was his estimation from his lengthy experience, though it was under the assumption that the teams sent in to clear out the monstrous incursion were capable enough. It did stand to reason however, considering the level of importance resting on the festival. Mind you, that was his impression even before the onrush of whining merchants barged into the building and demanded he take action.

The amount of self control it took to patiently hear them out aside, Rowan did indeed see little recourse but to issue an open contract for anyone so able to join the village's hunting party, members of which will travel together to the festival grounds and coordinate with other hunting teams to rout the intruding monsters. Applications have been coming in steadily, and it is estimated that around a dozen hunters will be set to depart tomorrow morning.

Till the festival's finally underway, the guild hall would continue to have its hand's full. One couldn't ignore the sheer number of people who came this way only to be stranded due to the delay, and that only meant more problems that needed sorting on top of the usual amount of jobs that always comes their way. It therefore hardly came as a surprise that the guild employees that requested time off for the festival had said petitions temporarily suspended until the predicament was handled, while everyone on the whole saw an increase in their hours. Rowan needed all hands on deck, a matter he made next to no effort to sugarcoat to his staff, though he did mention a fair bonus to their next paychecks.

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The frail older gentleman sitting across the table from Rowan chuckled loudly as he lifted the cup of coffee to his white bearded lips, clearly having the more enjoyable time out of the two, having taken to one of his anecdotes that danced around the line between truth and hyperbole. He is known as Mr. (Isaac) Cullen, an old friend of the former guild master, who had agreed to stick around to show a newly arrived Rowan the ins and outs of managing the hall, that is... when he wasn't strolling down memory lane and generally doing his part to ensure his protégé wound up just as bald as he is.

"Yeah, yeah, very funny. And why did you pick here to spend your morning telling stories and not at the pub again?" Rowan replied, not even bothering to look up from the clipboard of trade documents that an assistant handed to him, many of which needed his sign off. This meeting of theirs wasn't exactly a private one, as to their side were the descending stairs that led to the ground floor of the hall.

"Because my stories are for the ones that need them, and there's no one that needs a good story more than you, hehh heh," the man returned with a wrinkled smile. "Seriously now, you're still the same stick in the mud you were when I first took you under my wing. You know you could have at least invited your dear old teacher to your lovely office so we could reminisce in peace." Cullen leaned forward expectingly with his hand resting on the walking stick at his side, trying to look as innocent as he could.

Rownan did look up from his work at that, though with an annoyed, almost unbelieving look in his eyes. "And have you in the same room as the wine cabinet. Not a chance. Some of us learn from our mistakes, thank you very much."

"You're no fun..." was the old man's dejected retort before taking another sip of his coffee.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

The guild has a new receptionist! XD

@13org

Is that right? I was wondering whether or not anyone would be interested in a position within the guild. Good on ya. :)

I'll be writing up a first post and hopefully have it up before the weekend, if I do it right.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Rowan

Rowan

35 ◆ Male ◆ Human

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Appearance

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Occupation

As its name would suggest, Frontier Village is one beset by a wide variety of dungeon and other dangerous locations. As Guildmaster, Rowan is in charge of helping facilitate and organize all excursions into such locations, seeing to it that all who intend to take on this line of work are duly equipped, supplied, as well as given access to the latest field intelligence and posted requests from all across the village. His responsibilities keep him busy for most of the day, so nowadays he's devoted a room of the Guild Hall as his living quarters.

Skills

• (Adept) Huntsman - Can track, capture and kill wild animals/monsters within familiar terrain
• (Adept) Survivalist - Knowledgeable and capable of sustaining himself handily in the wilderness of certain regions
• (Veteran) Sword-Wielder - Proficient in handling singular swords as a weapon

Description

The Guild Hall has been in place well before the Battle of the Floating Empire five years ago, yet Rowan is the latest to take the position of Guildmaster, having arrived at the village for that very purpose just three years ago. Since relieving the kindly older proprietor, who left to retire closer to his family in Norad and had been with the village for many years, Rowan hasn't done a great deal to really assimilate as a member of the community, instead devoting nearly all his time to running the guild hall. To this day, he has the reputation among villagers and adventurers as being a stern, uncompromising man, and among the workers that may work under him as being quite the taskmaster.

Point of Interest

Adventurer's Guild Hall - Additions have long been made to the once single room building that had replaced the modest bunch of shaded outdoor counters and board that once sat at the property during the village's earliest days. The large building now sits as a two-story structure, a sizable open space made to accommodate many people, usually villagers waiting to file requests. Furniture is set in rows before a long wooden desk where receptionists speak with waiting clients, while to the side is a spacious standing board on which requests are posted. Overhead is the second story balcony, lead to by a nearby staircase, with additional table and furniture sets. A few rooms can be accessed on the second floor, including Rowan's main office and a room he's adopted as his living quarters.

Vivian

Vivian

14 ◆ Female ◆ Half-Elf

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Appearance

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Occupation

Every morning, Vivian will depart from her residence and head directly to the post office to begin her routes as a mail delivery girl for the day, a job she takes to diligently and with a vibrant smile on her face, especially when she comes across other people on her route. After she's finished and returns to the post office to turn in her equipment, she'll go to the Golden Hind Inn where a good portion of the afternoon will then be spent waiting tables.

Skills

• (Journeyman) Singer - Has the makings of a skilled, melodic vocalist with a number of various songs in her repertoire
• (Apprentice) Tailor - Can't fabricate entirely new clothing from scratch but can sew and patch existing fabrics relatively easily
• (Novice) Cook - Conceivably able to prepare a few meals slightly more difficult than cooked eggs fairly consistently

Description

Even by human standards, Vivian is usually considered by many to be too young to have spent her early childhood moving from place to place. Yet she herself would look fondly back at the great adventure her life's been prior to a fateful encounter with Rowan some years ago. She saw something in the grumpy old fogy that day and has since accompanied him even as far as Frontier Village. Heeding his advice to get settled, Vivian very quickly decided on the mail delivery service as her main way of supporting herself, but eventually took on extra work as a waitress at the local inn, mostly as her way of thanking the establishment's keeper for giving her a place to stay. She can be quite inquisitive and outgoing when it comes to people, but does appreciate some alone time now and again.

Point of Interest

Post Office - It has always stood near the heart of the village, its growing operations in conjunction with the settlement's expanding borders necessitating a number of key extensions over the years. Most notable is one of it's newest additions, a wood and cobblestone tower that supports a sort of aviary at its head for all the office's resident messenger birds, perfect for express letter delivery to and from many major villages and cities. Employment has likewise grown, from the workers made to sort the mail and run the postal service from the inside, to the mail carriers whose combined routes encompass the entire village.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

@DocRockIf it is alright with you, I'd like to move Rowan to the CS tab sometime tomorrow.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

@Jerkchicken
I am hashing out the finer details in a Guild-side PM with the GM. Once I feel it complete enough, I could message you in a manner of your choosing, if you wish. Here or through Discord.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

I'd say that the majority of his secret backstory is complete and has been shown to the GM, give or take some details. I can hold off moving it forward until such specifics are settled.

Rowan

Rowan

35 ◆ Male ◆ Human

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Appearance

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Occupation

As its name would suggest, Frontier Village is one beset by a wide variety of dungeon and other dangerous locations. As Guildmaster, Rowan is in charge of helping facilitate and organize all excursions into such locations, seeing to it that all who intend to take on this line of work are duly equipped, supplied, as well as given access to the latest field intelligence and posted requests from all across the village. His responsibilities keep him busy for most of the day, so nowadays he's devoted a room of the Guild Hall as his living quarters.

Skills

• (Adept) Huntsman - Can track, capture and kill wild animals/monsters within familiar terrain
• (Adept) Survivalist - Knowledgeable and capable of sustaining himself handily in the wilderness of certain regions
• (Veteran) Sword-Wielder - Proficient in handling singular swords as a weapon

Description

The Guild Hall has been in place well before the Battle of the Floating Empire five years ago, yet Rowan is the latest to take the position of Guildmaster, having arrived at the village for that very purpose just three years ago. Since relieving the kindly older proprietor, who left to retire closer to his family in Norad and had been with the village for many years, Rowan hasn't done a great deal to really assimilate as a member of the community, instead devoting nearly all his time to running the guild hall. To this day, he has the reputation among villagers and adventurers as being a stern, uncompromising man, and among the workers that may work under him as being quite the taskmaster.

Point of Interest

Guild Hall - Additions have long been made to the once single room building that had replaced the modest bunch of shaded outdoor counters and board that once sat at the property during the village's earliest days. The large building now sits as a two-story structure, a sizable open space made to accommodate many people, usually villagers waiting to file requests. Furniture is set in rows before a long wooden desk where receptionists speak with waiting clients, while to the side is a spacious standing board on which requests are posted. Overhead is the second story balcony, lead to by a nearby staircase, with additional table and furniture sets. A few rooms can be accessed on the second floor, including Rowan's main office and a room he's adopted as his living quarters.