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by Jeric on Aug 31, 2016 at 03:04 PM
240th Day, Season of the Scion, 1329 AE

I have stood before the scribing table, fingers black with ink, into the wee hours of the night. No harm in taking a few minutes to getting down the events of the evening…

This thing, scribing, is more curious than I imagined. Where I am from, we get our hands black with good tilled earth, and watch a tree grow from the ground…not fully formed from ink and the arcane recesses of some strange machine. But such is the way of these things, I suppose.

I don’t think I have ever spent so much time standing still, and those who were assisting me…I don’t think they ever moved so much in all the trips they made to and from the trading post. Thank you Cavi, Moist, Lilith and Sarth. You made a very tedious process bearable, and dare I say, enjoyable. Thank you for putting yourselves at my beck and call. It was a long, arduous and expensive process.

So, we have made our first serious push into scribing, and 8 cypress trees and a griffon and charr statue later (I am not going to tell you where the charr statue is, I will let him spook you), we are well on our way to mastering scribing and to the outfitting of our guild hall.

I look forward to the remainder of this process. Thanks again to all who have and will inevitably help me in mastering this craft. My blackened fingers are forever indebted and in service to you all.

In service,

*crosses out Moist and writes Most

Scribing is going to be an ongoing process, both to get it mastered as well as using it to outfit the guild hall and provide us with consumables for various objectives. Thank you all for being so accommodating in providing your hard-earned mats and gold so that we may make the guild hall a wonderful place to gather.

Oh, and in the midst of all the scribing Amanda (Cavalon) found us new member! Dalton! Be sure to give him a warm welcome when you see him. He is relatively new to the game and will be happy to have any help you can give.

Welcome to VALA, Dalton!
by Jeric on Aug 16, 2016 at 10:23 AM
Copied from Discord for posterity. Now that we have a permanent and searchable repository of our exploits, I am moving this here.

The 186th day, Season of the Scion, 1329 AE (June 6, 2016)

When I arrived in Lion’s Arch, a bird brought news that Bezzy had absconded with our beloved commander, Cavalon, to go rock climbing in the Iron Marches. *thinks for a moment* Was it the Iron Marches…?

Once they returned, Cavi made a call to attend to the daily matters of the realm. Why they had us climbing a spire of lichen-encrusted rock in old Orr, we’ll never know. There wasn’t even a chest at the top to make it all worthwhile. At least the company was merry, right?

Added to that, we had to run to Brisban (running into Rai and Schlut on the way) to alleviate a deluge of errant Hylek. The death toll was alarming. Us: 1, Them: Too many to count. Who died on our side, you ask? Helblade, of course. We’re used to it. So is he. *whispers* I actually don’t remember if he did then or later, what matters most is it DID happen at least once during the evening.

We also were asked to acquire ore of any type we could find. Winter forgot to bring his tool …and got left behind going to look for it.

Cavalon assembled a group to explore the Fractals. Upon their return, a second group headed into the Mists. This is noteworthy because we have gone from the same group doing Fractals every night to having to swap one person to having to run nearly two groups.

While they did the first Fractal run, myself, Arach and Winter tested our mettle against a fearsome opponent. Okay, it was a target dummy that we were pretending was a fearsome opponent. The numbers were telling: I get to stay in Marauder gear, Arach found the focus on burns underwhelming and is going to explore a new build, and Winter was right about where he needed to be, serving as a benchmark for myself and Arach.

VPotD (VALA Phrase of the Day): I don’t know the exact phrase, but Most said something about horny harpies…