An old man walks in...

[GeldrinHor]

With a sudden gust of incoming wind, and the shouts of an angry old man, the front doors of the hall open with a boom, having bounced rather alarmingly against their stops. "Look Pere, I told you that no one will even remember me!, Dash it man, take your hands off my robe!"

 

You hear a great harrumphing sound and finally see a slight fellow, not too tall, but definitely on the aged side, enter the doors, followed closely by one of the Pen's own, Peredhil. The old man, cowl of his cloak pulled down over his brow, turns back to slap at the hands shoving him inside.

 

"I told you before, I haven't been out of my cabin for nigh on 20 yrs. Why must I come here with you now?"

 

At once, near the bar, one can hear several members gasping, a great inrush of breath, as recognition dawns on several folks. All would recognize the old man, just by the cloak and the clasp that holds it shut. The great silver feather pendant, if it is what it seems, was the mark of one of the great Bards of Terra, in old Terra Lost.

 

Standing nearest the barkeep, Wyvern whispers to the barman to fetch a bottle of mead from the cellars, knowing the old mans' penchant for the stuff. He quickly turns, eyes ablaze with mirth and shouts "GeldrinHor, you old codger! Where in the nine hells have you been, man?"

 

At the mention of his name, the old man throws back his cowl, revealing an aging face, with long luxurious white hair and beard, and moustaches that seem to reach his chin. His light eyes twinkle and his smile threatens to crack his features. "Wyv? My gods, you old hoary slavedriver. It is grand to see you!"

 

At that, the guild elder and the old man come together to clasp arms, as Peredhil attempts to decloak GH before he chokes him.

 

"Pere, here, little sneak that he is, just would not take no for an answer. Followed me around my cabin for three days, he did. Asking me all these silly questions, telling me these little tales about how people were coming back from the old lands. Is it true? Could Terra be found again?"

 

With chuckles coming from all around him, GeldrinHor takes a look around, noting a few familiar faces among the table dwellers. Off in a far corner, Zool smiles quietly into his tankard, knowing that he too had some hand in the returning wizards path. He lifts his mug up high, toasting "Morning Bard! 'Bout time your old feet wandered back this way."

 

Good to be back in the fold...I'll continue this a bit later...

[The Portrait of Zool]

It is indeed good to see you come this way again.

 

Smiling broadly, Zool tips his tankard again, and drinks deep.

[Peredhil]

The light was gleaming at a slant through the windows, and turning GeldrinHor's hair into a nimbus of glory. To be honest, Peredhil had forgotten just how much and how easily the Morning Mage laughed. Not having been a Legionaire, his memories included the fiercely protective flashing eyes of this gentle teasing man.

Mission accomplished, Peredhil left to make a doctor's appointment.

 

"You see," Peredhil bent and murmured in GeldrinHor's ear as he prepared to leave, "I told you that you'd find at least ONE other person who remembered you!"

[Gwaihir]

"Welcome again!"

 

Even the polite GeldrinHor had to fight hard the impulse to step back when accosted by this one. Its features were those of an elf, but no other elf he'd met would so far forget personal hygene as to have a vine growing in their hair.

 

No one of GeldrinHor's acquaintance had ever smelled quite so much of fertilizer, but the smile was friendly and clearly genuine.

 

"It's been a long time. Greetings."

[Wyvern]

Wyvern scoops up the bottle of mead, along with a tankard of Bruteweiser, a booze-nut dispensor, a jumbo-sized chugging mug, and an Almost Dragonic Brand Barfly Swatter™. The overgrown lizard hobbles forward, barely managing to balance the pile of drinking utensils in his claws as he shoves them into Geldrinhor's arms. Wyvern slips a bartab into the towering pile, then grabs Geldrinhor by the shoulder and begins directing him towards the Recruiter's Office. The leaning tower of booze items sways left and right as Geldrinhor desperatly tries to maintain his balance, swerving with each of Wyvern's hasty tugs.

 

"Ssssoooo Geldrinhor, 20 years of Cabin solitude eh?" Wyvern turns a corner, causing Geldrinhor to stumble a bit and catch the swatter in a close save. "I forget, where in the nine hells are the solitary cabins located? The sssecond ring?"

 

"Well, uhhh..." Geldrinhor grits his teeth and clings to the booze accessories tighter as Wyvern picks up his pace. "I wasn't exactly living in the nine he-"

 

"You'll sssimply have to tell me about the first ring, I hear the succubi there really put an emphasis on 'succ.'" Wyvern sneers and nudges Geldrinhor with a scaly shoulder, causing the items in his arms to shake. The lizard comes to a halt next to the closed door of the Recruiter's Office and grumbles something under his breath, waving a claw towards it. "Ssshoot, I just remembered something. Why don't you step right into the Office, the door should be unlocked. I gotta go, will be back in a minute."

 

Geldrinhor tries to raise a hand to speak, only to find that both of his hands are occupied with the tower of booze accessories. He frowns as he watches Wyvern scurry down the hall and disappear from sight, and his frown deepens when he glances from the items in his arms to the closed door. Geldrinhor inches forward, shifting most of the weight of the items to his left as he tries in vain to raise his fingers to the height of the doorknob. The olden bard of Terra breaths a sigh of relief when the door opens of its own accord, escorting him into the room with what sounds like a grainy "Welcome."

 

Geldrinhor raises a brow as he looks over the hapazard state of Wyvern's Office, minding his feet amidst the paperwork, candy wrappers, discarded schemes and dirty magazines that coat the floor. The former Legionnaire brightens upon seeing a spot where he might be able to dump the booze items, but freezes and frowns when Wyvern comes falling through the open Office window.

 

"Sssorry for the wait." Wyvern pants and wipes some sweat from his brow, sitting in the spot where Geldrinhor was hoping to ditch the tower of items. The reptilian Elder looks over Geldrinhor's application with a smirk. "Nice to see ya around. I'm afraid I must inform you that the Terra of old is no more, but here's hoping that the Pen can offer you all the mythic good times of Terra and the nine hells combined!"

 

With that, Wyvern stamps Geldrinhor's application ACCEPTED and places it on top of the pile of items in Geldrinhor's arms. Geldrinhor grimaces as the single sheet throws off the balance of the entire tower, causing it to slowly topple over in his direction...

 

;-)

 

OOC: An ACCEPTED application Geldrinhor, welcome to the Mighty Pen! It's nice to see you around,. I hope that you enjoy your extended stay at the Pen.