So since Heart of Thorns has come out, everyone in my 500 player guild started donating and upgrading our guild hall. I looked at a few things and decided that I would dedicate myself in a purely selfless act, and become our guild scribe.
Things were good!
Things were great! I started out and made a chair! Everyone complained that you couldn’t sit in the chair, BUT I COULD! I would stand on the chair and /sit my happy little asuran butt down! I sat the chair down as a badge of honor near the scribing area. I would AFK in the chair for long periods of time just chilling. So proud was I of the chair!
I didn’t have the mats to make a table, so I purchased the mats on the Trading Post. I made a table. I was so proud of the table. I sat my table in front of my chair. Sometimes I would sit on the table instead and meditate. I would watch my guildies go into the arena. Sometimes I would sit and think of new things to make! The table then became my “Architect Table”
Life is good!
Suddenly I found myself able to upgrade things! Ideas flowed freely, inspired by the muse of Lyssa herself!
I instantly set out to make more things! All of a sudden resonating fragments started being needed in my recipies. That was ok! I spent more gold and purchased them on the Trading Post. I had to make better chairs and tables!
Suddenly one day I look up from my Architect Table, brushing aside the designs for new things, and I realize… I have 30 chairs and 30 tables. They are all Fancy too! Boy do I feel a sense of pride, accomplishing stuff for the guild!.
The growth of the guild slows down. We are now level 15.
The chairs and tables are laid out! We even have KEGS! We have a nice little bar area! Everything is GREAT!
Life is good!
Halloween comes. I place pumpkins all over. I surround the fountain with them! They look amazing. I stack them in the corner. I hide in the pumpkins and pop out as people run by in the hall.
Now I get the bright idea to make a garden! I plant a circle of vined bushes. In the middle of them I place rocks isometrically. Dead center is a Spire Topography! There is only one entrance into our garden. The garden is beautiful! All 400 of us love it! Sometimes we sit on the rocks staring in meditation at the spire.
I go on a tree planting spree. I plant some trees and bushes in the water surrounding the arena entrance. It looks fantastic! I planted them in the water so you cant see the pots when you are running to the arena. Everyone tells me how amazing it is! All 400 of us love the garden and the decorations around the arena.
Life is good!
We are guild level 20 now! Growth is coming more sporadically!
I discover that I can make baloons. I cheer at red baloons. Me and my guild leader joke and laugh at the idea to make 99 red baloons. We sing songs and joke. I prepare and buy the mats to make 99 Red Baloons!
I discover I can’t make them yet. It seems we need to upgrade our guild decoration merchant because they do not sell the base item I need to make the red baloons.
I am disheartened, but not discouraged! We will get there!
I upgrade more stuff. Donations towards scribing are at an all time low, but thats ok! I said I would scribe and I’m a stubborn asura! I buy the mats I need off the Trading Post! I have money to spare why not?
I make some pillow cushions to go in the rocks in our garden! All 300 of us in the guild love the pillows! “My Darkis… Thank you for your hard work! This is just so amazing!”
Life is good.
We are guild level 27 now. Growth has significantly slowed.
Suddenly the scribe merchant decides to sell Mortar! I’m estatic. I purchase mortar and immediately start to make statues! I place them everywhere, guarding the entryway points into sections of the hall. All 200 of us enjoy the new statues.
Life is good.
We are guild level 30 now. Growth is a crawl.
I am hopeful! We are only 4 levels away from the red balloons! Me and my guild leader are excited!
I buy the mats that I need to scribe. Donations for decorations are few and far between now. I’m selfless and so I don’t ask people to donate them. I just keep buying them off the Trading Post.
I keep upgrading everything I can.
Life is good….
We are guild level 31 now. There is no guild growth.
There are no more donations for decorations or upgrades. I buy all the mats I need off the Trading Post. I try and just level scribing by making the cheapest thing I can to level. I also make any new thing that I haven’t already made. That way we have an example. The most expensive thing I need now are the resonating slivers. But thats ok, I have the money to buy them. Also I get them from donations after guild missions. Of course I have to mention that I need them for scribing every week on mission night. Thats ok though because…
Life is good…
We are guild level 31 still. There is no guild growth. Our guild experience is maxed and we didn’t level.
I am disheartened.
Guild mission day! 100 people participate! Everything goes great. At the end of the missions I do my normal shout out for Resonating Slivers (So I don’t have to buy as much from the Trading Post). A guild officer says “Why would I donate them? I can sell them for a lot of money on the Trading Post!”
I get no donations of resonating slivers, and I am down to my last 1000 gold. I write an 8 page (8 mails to max letter count) to our guildmaster because she isn’t on. I complain to noone but her. I don’t want others to see my weakness.
That’s ok because
Life is good….
I am disheartened.
Patch day! CHRISTMAS EVENTS ARE HERE!
I am overjoyed as I read the patch notes! CHRISTMAS ITEMS! I frantically log in and remove our halloween decorations. I run to the vendor and check what I need. I run back to the scribe section and check what I need. I shout out to my 50 guildies and tell them what I need to make our hall festive!
I recieve 7 Flawless snowflakes.
I sigh and head to the trading post. I purchase 20000 Flawless snowflakes! I make piles of snow! I decorate the hall. I “Freeze” the fountain by playing with the decorations until they cover the water. I put snow on the stairs. I place wreaths by our statues in our guild hall. I place snow in our garden. The hall is now ready for Christmas! Everything is beautiful! All 20 of us love it!
I look at the scribe merchant. He gives me a nod. I go to my stupid table. I look at what I can do as a level 340 scribe. I don’t have the mats for it. All 20 of us can’t afford to donate anything. I can farm mats to make a chair I think. But we have 42 chairs. I know! I’ll go to the Trading Post! I look in my wallet. Nope. I’m broke. 27853 gold is gone.
Life is ….
3 days before christmas.
We are guild level 32
I log in for the 5th day in a row to ask if anyone can spare some mats. Nobody can spare anything. I’m frustrated. Our guild leader has not been on. All 10 of us can’t afford to donate anything. We are all broke. I am disheartened.
Life is ….
Christmas Eve
I log in. I sit there in the guild hall for a moment. I walk around and admire my accomplishments. I admire the decorations. I take pictures. I dance by them. I pull out my harp and play christmas carols. 10 people are not in our hall. I love the peace and quiet. I go to the garden and sit for a while. I take a stroll to our crystal and admire the wyvern statues. I walk down to the arena and trim the trees. I walk to our scribe area and admire my bookshelves next to table and chair. I sit for a moment.
An hour passes. Two hours pass. Nobody walks by.
I turn the table over in a fit of rage. I smash the bookcases with the chair removing them from my sight. I run to the arena and chop down the trees and bushes. I head to the crystal and smash the statues. I go to our banquet area and shoot kitten in the kegs with my rifle. As the ground soaks with booze I smash the tables and chairs. I clean all the snow off the stairs and set fire to the wreaths. Last I run to the garden steaming with rage. I stop. What am I doing? I removed all the decorations. I suddenly start thinking of what all has happened. Tears stream down my face. I slowly destroy the garden.
Life ….
Christmas Day.
All the decorations in our hall have been removed. I removed the guild message asking for donations. I have 14 gold and 40 silver left. I have almost no mats in my bank. I am a level 340 scribe.
The 29th…
Only I notice the decorations are gone.
I think to myself as I walk away from our hall: “It’s over… I will scribe no more.”
Life was good.
Darkis LIfeblood 340 Scribe
(edited by MFNTavlok.6802)