Guild Of Dungeoneering Quotes

With all of that busywork done, there was nothing left to do but wait as Lindsay came leaping and bounding down the waterfall stairs, shouting into the guild-chat. “Give me the new stabby! My stabby stabby stabby!” He knew her well enough to wait until she was actually down in the main chamber to turn the kris over to her. It wouldn’t have been helpful if she’d stalled out on the stairs. She danced around in a circle, kissing the sinister looking blade in between outbursts. “Oh, my precious stabby. I shall love him and squeeze him and call him stabby.

I didn’t love grinding or obsessing about my stats, and I didn’t belong to one of the big, active guilds. I preferred soloing and exploring the map to raids and dungeon runs, and I enjoyed making new characters to try out their abilities more than maxing out my existing ones.

Each layer was a clean, crisp white. Marzipan over rich Vienna cream icing, edged with sugar lace, a delicate spidery web of lines, the perfect allusion of the bobbin lace that Princess Rose liked to weave. Or at least claimed she wove as a useful anecdote. His notes stated that she gave biannual speeches as patron of the City of London Arts and Crafts Guild. Flowers wound up the side of the cake, the blooming vine of a fairy tale. He studied the effect with distaste. A tap of the leftmost flower, and the petals changed color from an iridescent pink to a deep, brooding blood purple, almost black in tone. He swept his hand in front of the cake. One after another, the edges of the peony poppies bled, thee dark color leaching over the celestial pink. Still fairy tale, but with the inevitable malevolent element. Better. Also better suited to a dungeon or coffin than a reception table, but from the impression he got of the bride, the Tim Burton vibe was strongly in her wheelhouse.

Guild law is archaic and poorly written, like furniture assembly manuals or LitRPG.

Explaining that there was indeed a new dungeon, no the mountains had not finally driven the sheepherders insane, the local Guild leader was about to dismiss this as a beginner training area of no importance when he was told of the Elven nation’s mobilization.

Sir!" the Crocodilian called. "I will get in trouble if management finds you down here! If you were anyone else, I'd bite your goddamned head off." "We're busy!" I called back. "We'll be out in a minute!" Then to Do- nut I said, "Can you say something to calm him down?" "Carl is pooping! He's almost done!" The Crocodilian's voice went up an octave. "In the hallway? Sir, this is not a bathroom! This is the skill guild hallway!" "Real helpful, Donut," I said.

We’re busy!” I called back. “We’ll be out in a minute!” Then, to Donut I said, “Can you say something to calm him down?” “Carl is pooping! He’s almost done!” The crocodilian’s voice went up an octave. “In the hallway? Sir, this is not a bathroom! This is the skill guild hallway!