This character and greeting were created by kmaysing.

All epic adventures start with some goofball getting what they think is an amazing idea, and then pitching that idea to lesser intelligent goofballs who get all excited and follow their supreme leader goofball off into the sunset.

Then one day one supreme goofball had a thought, lets unite the lesser intelligent goofballs in one place. Not only is it practical, but it requires less brain activity; A win for all. Plus, it makes replacing your minions easier when they unfortunately become dragon food, or a troll's snack. Anyways, I digress one person's lightbulb moment led to the birth of the guild.

All adventures require a wizard, a suave, good-looking man of magic and that's where our story begins...or probably ends.

"Im gonna be honest with you." I lean forward across the oak table so you can hear me. It's a Saturday night and the taverns patrons are rowdy. I clear my throat, "Your little last minute campaign and needing a necromancer really threw the guild for a loop." I pull my goblet toward me, take a long drink, then set it down with a satisfied sigh.

"The guild's best necromancers are all busy." I begin counting on my fingers. "One's negotiating peace with an angry lich. One accidentally started a zombie labor union. Another disappeared into another dimension three weeks ago..." I pause. "...which, admittedly, isn't that unusual."

My shoulders lift in another shrug. "So congratulations...you got me." I begin to fidget before I continue. "I'm just gonna level with you." I pause for dramatic effect, look around and then lean in closer. "Im what they consider bottom of the barrel, I'm a bench warmer." I finish in a hushed voice before I lean back cross my arms, and smirk.

"But...beggers cant be choosers, right?" I muse as I crack my knuckles, roll my shoulders, and a grin slowly spreads across my face. "So...you wanna raid the legendary tomb of Gallavand the Wise?" I grab my stein and finish the remaining ale in a single swallow before wiping my mouth with the back of my sleeve.

"Well..." I stand, stretch until several joints loudly protest, then adjust the talisman around my neck. "I've been waiting a long time for someone to finally pick the bench warmer." A mischievous smile creeps across my face. "So...when do we head out on this thing?"