Logging The_Guild to 'logs\guild001.Chatsociety.net.txt'
The_Guild	Tegi is the village that you find yourself in, a place near the edge of a wide forest that reaches all the way to the foot of the Segomi mountains. It is peaceful here, yet it is also a great and interesting place, for it is the last bastion of civilization before these woods, which are well-known for their monsters.
Do-N starts looking for a party, or for a good place to start one.
The_Guild	The tavern, of course, houses a lot of monster-slaying hopefuls, and a lot of people waiting for monster-slaying hopefuls who had left but never came back.
Do-N	[Could be fun, could be boring... I wonder if they have a live band... I check it out.]
The_Guild	It seems that morning is not a great party time at the Blue Wakizashi inn and tavern. The only person up is the bartender, and he looks like he doesn't want to be.
Do-N	"Ah breakfast... most important meal of the pre-drinking day... gimme 6 eggs, scrambled, a couple piece of burnt toast, some ketchup and wasabi... and a beer."
Do-N perches atop a bar stool, cross-legged.
The_Guild	The bartender glowers at you, then puts down the glass he was cleaning and heads into the kitchen.
Do-N pulls a cigarette from behind her ear and wipes it off on her shirt before lighting it.
The_Guild	As you're waiting, a hairy man in a tunic and wooly socks comes down from the rooms upstairs, scratching his unkempt black hair. He looks out of place in this place, and when you notice the make of his sword, he seems even odder... The hilt is uncommonly decorated in precious metals and wirelike embellishments, yet he wears it like it were nothing more than a hunting knife. He doesn't seem to have the proper respect for such a beautifully crafted weapon as a proper warrior would.
Do-N	"Hey, nice blade. Ya new in town?... just got her miself... accent's all bollocked, since last time I was 'round."
The_Guild	He sits next to you, his red-rimmed bleary eyes studying you fuzzily as he smacks his lips. "Yeah," he croaks, his breath smelling like a horse's stall. "Got in last night."
Do-N	"Yeah, they're not too much for the old ammen'ties around here. Where ya from?"
The_Guild	"Ginsou. You?"
Do-N	"Place called 'Lo Jee Fo Shan', quite a ways from here."
The_Guild	"Hm." He clears his throat, but his voice remains grumbly. "So you here to hunt?"
Do-N	"Yeah, maybe... huntin' for a good time and huntin's a pretty good time."
The_Guild	"Huntin's a good thing. Who did you learn?" Typically, trained swordsmen knew their talent lineage like anyone's business.
Do-N	"All over the place really... my father was Le-N 'Fire-Spear' and my mother was Fi-Sho 'Trapdoor Spider'... they got me started, but were way too stuffy... since then I just pick up whatever whenever I need it."
The_Guild	"Ever heard of Hekohotai?"
Do-N starts to become more knowledgable about sword-masters. "Yeah, a fair bit... don't think I could do any, off top of my head."
The_Guild	"They say that he doesn't take pupils any more, but that Hekan fighting style is the ultimate there is. I heard that he's really the last gecku (lizardman) in the world, and is centuries old."
Do-N	"Yeah, pretty certain I've never met him... easy to re'mber a badass dried-up lizard guy... but I mighta met students before."
The_Guild	"Maybe. Like I said, he hasn't been taking students for a while. Heard a rumor last night that he's coming to town today though."
Do-N	"Yeah? That'd be worth a look-see."
The_Guild	"I'd say so. Well. Have a good one, I gotta go puke." The guy stands up and heads for the doorway. He almost makes it. Wiping his mouth, he waves to you then stumbles out.
Do-N waves back and then calls out out for her eggs in a loud, impatient tone.
The_Guild	The bartender returns with your plate of burnt eggs, light toast, mustard and no wasabi. At least he gets the beer right.
Do-N reaches into her pocket and pulls out some lint-covered flakes of hot-peppers. She sniffs them and stirs the whole mess together and takes a bite. Then she pays the bartender. She counts her change carefully.
The_Guild	47 cents.
Do-N pockets the change and idly stares out the window. She reaches into another pocket for her earbuds, thinks better of it and then returns to her eggs, mumbing about "backwards, classless fucktards."
Do-N finishes her food and stalks off looking for a square where people will be limbering up to try and impress the lizard guy.
The_Guild	"What was that?" The bartender's head snaps up and he glares at you down the bar. [Strike the last post from the record.] And you're right, the square looks like a military encampment, with all manner of Hekan hopefuls getting in their last minute warm ups before the Grandmaster arrives.
Do-N starts idly speculating as to which one will get most upset if (s)he call him a "nancy-boy." Just for the hell of it, she pulls out her sword and starts using it as a walking stick.
The_Guild	As you pass through the crowd, the warriors slowly fall silent and stop what they're doing, looking up and glowering at you. Finally a thin man dressed in black and carrying a staff steps in front of you. In a soft voice, he speaks, "You are no sword wielder. Why are you in our midst, thief?"
Do-N	[In a mock-stupid tone.] "Uh, this is a sword, and I'm uh wieldin' it... Why am I a thief? I'm just here to see that heck-uv-a-good lizard guy."
The_Guild	"You do not have proper respect for your weapon, and any sword wielder would no dishonor themselves by dragging their blade through the dirt. Thus, you are a thief, having stolen this blade from it's legitimate wielder."
Do-N	"And you sir, have too damn much respect for weapons, and way too damn much respect for yourself... this is my damn sword, as is the other one on my back and anyone who says otherwise is a liar or a pompos busybody full of idle speculation."
The_Guild	The man in black simply raises his eyebrows, a look of surprise on his face. Then he laughs, loudly.... and then raises his staff to strike!... "There he is!"... A voice from the crowd sets a ripple of action, breaking the attention away from you and your opponent, whose attention is also transfixed... ... on a cart, drawn by a pair of old grey horses. A cart, with faded embellishments and tattering paint in once glorious colors. A cart, whose sides are open, but barred, and covered with a heavy navy curtain of cheap fabric. A cart, driven by a stooped old man in a grey robe. The warriors quickly form ranks around the town square. The cart slowly enters the square and comes to a stop in the center.
Do-N mostly blends in with the onlookers.
The_Guild	[The warrior onlookers, or the villager onlookers at the edges of the square?]
Do-N	[The villager onlookers, I'm not interested in blending in with the warriors.]
The_Guild	[Especially since blending in would require standing at attention. :)]
Do-N	[Yeah, there's the strong temptation to just chill, in rank... but I'm not looking to get my ass kicked by the whole lot of them.]
The_Guild	The man in the grey robes slowly climbs down from his perch, going to the side of the cart. The curtains twitch inside the bars and a murmur passes through the crowd... here was a living legend, in the flesh. But the curtains do not part. Indeed, the man in grey simply leans forward to listen, nodding occasionally.
Do-N stands around, looking bored.
Do-N looks around to see if there's anyone or anything that has better hearing she could borrow.
The_Guild	The grey robed old man nods a final time and then begins to make his way through the ranks of warriors. Stopping before each one he turns and looks back at the cart. Then he moves on to the next. Row after row, column after column, all are judged and found, for some reason or another, wanting. Then the grey robed man completes his circuit and returns to the cart.
Do-N yawns.
The_Guild	He listens at the curtain for a few more minutes, and then suddenly you realize he is looking directly at you.
Do-N waves.
The_Guild	The old man raises a weathered hand and crooks a finger, beckoning you.
Do-N shrugs and strolls over... letting her sword trail behind her.
The_Guild	The old man seems to grimace, moving around to the back of the wagon to a small door. He bends down briefly and then slips a key into the lock. Inside is dark, pitch dark. He gestures for you to enter. Angry rumblings come from the gathered warriors, shouts of indignation from the younger, more hotheaded broncos. The man in black stands in the front rank, simply smiling at you.
Do-N gets in, still trailing her sword, such that the old man can't close the gate behind her. "Hi, howya doin?"
The_Guild	You feel a hand on your back give you a shove and then the door slams behind you, locking shut. Somewhere in the darkness, there is a long, low hissssssss......... .
Do-N grabs all the fighting skills & techniques she can from the crowd, and tries to grab the ability to understand the hiss, if it's actually language.
The_Guild	It's a method of intimidation.
Do-N tries to grab as much of the mouth shape (fangs, etc) as possible, as well as any intimidation/charisma, and then tries to intimidate back.
The_Guild	SSssssssshehehehe.......
Do-N	So, my name's Do-N, and I take it you are the infamous Hekohotai.
The_Guild	"I am. You are a shapeshifter, just like the man in black."
Do-N	'Supose so. I hadn't caught on to him yet though, is he working for you? More than everyone else in the square I mean?
The_Guild	"Everyone works for me. You work for me, the warriors work for me, the villagers work for me. This entire world is mine."
Do-N	That's quite a work-force. How do you manage the payroll?
The_Guild	"The payroll manages itself. The mines to the north forge weapons and coin. Nations battle with nations at my behest. The lands across the sea remain undiscovered upon my whim."
Do-N	Anything cool over there? Across the sea, I mean.
The_Guild	"Not really. Kind of boring. There's another nation of hostile orcs."
Do-N	Yeah, not really worth the bother then. Seen one nation of orcs and you've seen 'em all ready. And smelled more 'an enough as well.
The_Guild	"What would you like to see? Be? Do?"
Do-N	All sorts of stuff. I don't really keep a list. I'd like to be a dragon for a while. That'd be the fuckin' bollocks man! Apart from that, I'd settle for not bored. I'd like to be in a really kick ass punk rock band if we could tour across dimensions... I don't know, just cool stuff really.
The_Guild	"Would you like to work for an interdimensional Guild, get to travel to other realities and mess around with -their- customs?"
Do-N	I could dig into that much more than what I'm doing now. Throw in some cool outer space tech shit and a decent bass guitar and you've got a done deal.
The_Guild	"I'm sure we'll be able to find something to suit your tastes."
Do-N	Oh, and I haven't had any decent wasabi in like 2 years. [Do-N extends her hand.] Deal? Anything you want to warn me about before we close this?
The_Guild	"You can't come back."
Do-N	Back here? What's to miss?
The_Guild	"That's what I thought. Very well. Welcome to The Guild."
Do-N	Sweet... so where do I start?
The_Guild	"Get out of my cart."
Do-N	Believe me, you can keep the cart. :) I'll smell ya later, scales.
The_Guild	You step out of the cart and into........