Location Welcome Center and Employment Office

[Medhozic]

He hated when everything worked out perfectly. Simply getting it done was good enough, but when everything ran so seamlessly; from the guards cheerfully beckoning him to the door, to the smiling old lady sat behind the front desk - it all gave him a sense of illusion, like it was all played out in a fairytale and he was just the main character until some hideous troll jumped out and decided they'd enjoy a bit of Ethaefal stew. A sigh of half-annoyance and half-dissatisfaction was all that greeted the little slips of paper that were eventually passed to him. Even afterwards, he had to ask several questions in order to make sure that he'd completed it to a.. satisfactory level. Annoying little things. Why can't they just talk like ordinary people.. Name: Medhozic. Race: The ones with horns. (Ethaefal.) Age: 1. Relevant Skills: Hunting and Short-bow usage. Preferred Employment: Hunter or hunter-related. Expected Stay In Syliras: As long as I find something interested to give me a reason to remain.

[Accolade]

Trega called to the next man and looked over his sheet. "Medhozic come on up. You picked an odd time to start hunting, but if that is what you'd like to do. The best of luck to you." She smiled and filed his papers away.

[Millicent]

Millicent's stomach felt uneasy, and her legs felt weak as she approached the main gate. She was not really sure why. She guessed it could have been nervousness over trying to find a job. That made sense, but for some reason, keep her eyes from darting to the gate. Maybe it cause I might see him She rationalized referring to her uncle. Regardless she felt like her legs grew heavier and heavier as she approached the gate. It was getting bad enough that she was having a hard time smiling. Her hand grabbed the white mask on the back of her head and over her right ear. Emotion is a sign of weakness, and invitation to attack She reminded herself as her fingers plays across the smooth surface expressionless surface of the mask.

Finally she saw the employment office and made straight for the door. Slipping inside quietly, she let out a sigh of relief. When the main gate out of view, she felt much better. The main room of the office seemed nice and she gave the old woman at the desk a smile. “Hi, how are you?” She ask trying to be polite as she adjusted the mask back behind her head.

“Oh yeah, probably need one of these, Uh?” She said with an slightly embarrassed giggle. Taking the sheet, she looked over it and sighed. Most of it was very simple, but she had no clue what skills she had or what she wanted to do. Uncle always likes my massages she thought and put that down. As for a job, she did not have clue. There was not really even anything to puzzle over.

“Sorry I am not more useful.” She said her voice trembling ever so slightly like she was about to get a major reprimand. Millicent handed in the form and waited her turn.

Name: Millicent Shepherd
Race: Human
Age: 15
Relevant Skills: Massage
Preferred Employment: Anything really.
Expected Stay In Syliras: Indefinite.

[Accolade]

Trega called to the next woman in line and took her sheet. She seemed like a nice polite woman. Something that would be useful in keeping a job.

"Hello Millicent, massage is a useful skill, you may find it in the best of work at the Soothing Waters."

[Rachel Messer]

A woman entered the employment center with casual steps, her hair tied into a bun, wearing her leather armor and longsword on her back. After much preparation, she was ready to officially apply to be a weapon instructor. She needed to look the part, explaining why she entered the building with weapons and armor strapped to her body.

Let's see... ah here it is. Locating the pile of papers, Rachel picked one application form then began filling out with a quill.

Name: Rachel Messer
Race: Human
Age: Twenty one Springs
Relevant Skills: Longsword (Competent) and Teaching (Competent)
Preferred Employment: Weapon Instructor in the Anthonius Fighter's Pits
Expected Stay In Syliras: Indefinite

Smiling to reassure her confidence, Rachel approached Trega and bowed politely. "Madame Trega," She offered the senior woman her filled-out form. "This is my application." Once Trega accepted, Rachel would stand there, eagerly waiting for her answer.

[Accolade]

Trega called to the next woman in line and took her sheet. The old patron had gotten used to new faces, mostly people she would never see again. She smiled, looked over the sheet and spoke. "Impressive, we don't get many trainers here. That Pit is very popular, should find work work easy. Good luck."

[Rachel Messer]

She was accepted. Rachel could feel a triumphant shout coming to her, but she controlled her impulses, resorting to a satisfied cough instead. "Alright, Madame Trega, thank you very much!" She nodded politely, took the approved form, and turned around, confident steps echoing in the Employment Center. Gerard Anthonius shall be pleased.

[Xira Hezmek]

Today was the day. He was finally going to work up the nerve to apply for the job he so desired. It wasn't just about sending messages, it was a chance to see the world. It was to meet new people and kinds of people. It also allowed him to help others keep in touch with farflung loved ones. Surely that is a noble desire.

It only took a couple of moments to fill out the paper work. All the questions were simple and too the point. When he passed the paperwork to the secretary he gave a nervous smile. Job changes like this were not all that common and he wondered what the next step will entail. He decided to voice his question which started out as a sort of croak before smoothing out, "W-who do I report to after my paperwork is processed?"

He looked behind self consciously, he didn't want to hold up the line.


Name: Xira Hezmek
Race: Human
Age: 23
Relevant Skills: Competent in Wilderness survival, Novice in Land Navigation.
Preferred Employment: Courier.
Expected Stay In Syliras: As long and as often the work is within Syliras.

[Gala C'tor]

3rd of winter 513


Gala walked by the building he'd seen it before but never had any use for it. This time a thought passed his head he'd be here longer then normal.Reaching under his cloak he felt his money pouch it was light and only going to get lighter as time went on. Gala turned back to the building and walked in, taking up the paper work he'd need to fill out.

The paper work was light and he'd finished in no time. All that was left was his wait he began to walk back and forth the passing easing his nerves.

Name:Gala C'tor
Race:Human
Age:26
Relevant Skills:voiding 30
Preferred Employment:Sanitation, perferably waste disposal
Expected Stay In Syliras:a few seasons maybe more

[Sahana]

1st Of Winter 513 AV

So this was it, the Isurian woman seemed to walk with confident stride towards the employment office. She had this very calm demeanor as she looked around waiting to be processed.

Name: Dra Sahana
Race: Isur
Age: 43
Relevant Skills; Mage Craft, Black Smithing
Gnosis; Izentor
Preferred Employment: Mage Craft
Expected Stay In Syliras: Permanently

Her hands seemed to take a long methodical process on her answers on the sheet, common language was terribly taxing on her much less being expected to write with it. Malediction was becoming terribly close to working on dead people and sentient creatures a snippit of information she would not disclose, as she filed this form. She was supremely confident to be taken immediately, her skill in Mage Craft was coupled by the gnosis of Izentor it would be a terrible waste on the cities part to not accommodate her immediately. The knights would surely love items that could cut steel like butter, armor stronger then fabled isurian steel all these impossibilities were indeed possible through her hands. Not only this but competent Mage Crafters were incredibly rare, she might be one of two or three with that level of potential.