Here it is: the first guild in the Lands of Mythron! Oh, and it shows that men can enjoy clothes shopping, too�
About this creation
For those of you who are not in the Lands of Mythron, there is a good MOC here right at the end of the guild business. For everyone else, apply in a comment at the bottom to join the oldest, most powerful guild in Mythron!
Guild Name: The Band of the Grey Shield
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Founder: Gilbert Despathens
Date Founded: 7/13/13
Motto: Fuge, O Tu Stultorum! (Translation: "Fly, You Fools!")
Purpose: The Band of the Grey Shield is an international order of powerful knights, soldiers, warriors, and their friends. The order stands only for its members and a sort of chivalry; two people who bear the guild badge will come to each other's aid, regardless of nationality or political differences. In addition, members try not to steal from the poor or beat up invalids. These rules most often come into play in the annual LOM tournaments.
History (lt�s dull, so feel free to skip it):
One day, a member of the Bull Clan of Rainos stopped by a weapons shop to buy a shield. The salesperson brought out a blank shield and asked what emblem he would like painted on it, and he said he would take it as it was. Really, the symbol�s origin wasn�t all that exciting.
It didn�t end there, though. The shop�s guard, a retired warrior, told his buddies about the slightly unusual occurrence in the pub that night, and, possibly with the encouragement of their drinks, they began to hypothesize what it would be like if a lot of people took up plain, grey shields as heraldic devices and banded together as an inseparable team. Again, there was no major improvement here, as most of the drinkers forgot about it the next day� except for one foreign knight.
This knight was a member of a jousting team made up of several horsemen. They had been arguing recently over how to distinguish themselves from non-team-members in the next tourney, as not one man of them would give up his own colors and heraldry. That was when the first knight remembered his conversation in the pub, and decided to make badges for his teammates, each with a grey shield. His team accepted the medallions, pinned them to their armor, and won the next joust.
When they parted ways a month later, wealthy from their winnings, each one of them kept his badge as a memory of those early days. They passed copies of the badges to a select few, who in turn found themselves loosely connected with other badge-wearers across all the Lands of Mythron, and so it was that the Band of the Grey Shield was formed.
Currently the Band of the Grey Shield can only accept Rainosian members at the request of another admin, but it will be opened to members of other factions if enough of them express an interest. Apply in a comment below or in the Guilds thread in the LOM to join the defensive alliance and help sponsor a champion to the annual tournament!
Now, onto my beautiful MOC:
~ ~ ~ The Cast of Today�s MOC ~ ~ ~
Steven- Sergeant in Cedric the Bull�s New Model Army with crossbow training. Main character.
William P. Farrer- Likewise a sergeant in Cedric�s NMA, as well as Steven�s best friend. Wears a green hat.
Igor- Steven�s younger second-cousin who wants to find fame and glory in battle.
Guairishmen and Women:
Shop girl- Wears a grey dress.
Shop guard- Wears dark, metallic armor and stands in a corner.
-Divers Mannequins and People in the Street-
�This place is colossal!�
�Lots of big cities are, and we aren�t even in Mythron yet. Get used to it, Igor.�
�You mean there are bigger places than this? I don�t believe you.�
�Shut up. I think I see someone.�
�Bill! What are you doing in Guaire?�
�Same thing as you, Steven, like as not � �Avenging Rainos for the robbery of the diamond mines.� Who�s this?�
�My second-cousin Igor. He enlisted a few days ago and I�m trying to find him some armor. Do you know where to find a decent armorer?�
�From what I understand, you�re in the best place for one already.�
The knights of the Bull Clan filed into the store. Steven had never heard of a taxidermist (although the extra personality he had acquired in Falmor had), but his first look about him would have explained it for him. Disembodied heads, headless bodies, and entire cadavers leered down from shelves and pedestals. Deceased humans and orcs alike showed off in bright new clothing, often holding glimmering weapons in their clammy hands. Then the provincial crossbowman noticed that all of the faces shared a decidedly wooden expression.
A shop-girl materialized out of nowhere to greet the customers with her sunny, paid-by-the-sale smile.
�Hi! Welcome to Liefson�s of Guaire. Can I help you find anything today?�
The instinctive response to this question shared by shoppers everywhere rose in Steven�s throat.
�No, thank you, I think we�ll just look around for a while.�
�Hey, what�s this sign say?� Igor asked, and the saleswoman appeared to teleport across the store.
�Those are articles of our Dragon line. Our newest products are made of the finest climate-adjusting wool from Carthal, expertly-tanned Scrindl leather for waterproofing, and single-proofed Greystone steel scales for superior protection. If you turn your attention to these laminated gauntlets � �
�Excuse me, is there a place where we can try stuff on?�
�Oh, yes. Go right through the door on your right, down the hallway, and pick an unoccupied stall.�
�Hey, I�m an Iber!�
�Good look on you, Bill!�
�Have you reached a decision, then?�
�Er� do you have any uniforms for the Bull Clan?�
�Bull Clan� Here�s armor for the Iber Clan� the Dragon Clan� The Clan of the Demon-Squid� Do we have any Bull Clan? Oh, here it is. Try this on.�
�Thank you. Here, Igor. One other thing� do you carry weapons here?�
A short while later, as Igor donned his new official garb, Steven looked over Liefson�s of Guaire�s shield selection.
�We only keep blank shields in stock,� the sales attendant explained. �When someone wants a shield, he gives us an order and a design to copy over. Here�s an example of a Dragon Clan shield we keep for display. There�s generally a two-hour pick-up time. Is that acceptable?�
�I�ll take it,� Steven answered.
�Um� Do you have a design for us to copy? I�m not sure we have a Bull Clan pattern in stock��
�No, I�ll take it as is. If everyone else is going to carry a brightly-painted shield, this plain one should identify me just fine. How much for everything?�
�Um� twenty-five crowns, eight boots for the suit, the helmet, the axe, and the shield.�
Steven paid and left, unaware that he had set strange events in motion with his last purchase.
If you like this scene as much as I do, please go ahead and rate and comment � but if you are going to give it a comment with a like, PLEASE RATE IT AT THE TOP FIRST. Otherwise, I don�t get any smileys for your appreciation, and my goal of twenty smileys on one MOC will remain out of reach.
This MOC was awesome. For once, I have not yet come up with any complaints. It took a few days, but eventually I worked everything into place from the gently-rounded street to the diagonal flooring of the shop itself. The half-stud and one-fifth-stud offsets made the fa�ade of Liefsons� stand out swimmingly, and the simple brick pattern of actual bricks worked better than any intricate conglomerate of smaller pieces designed to give surfaces a weathered look in this particular instance.
Now for a note on the style and inspiration. I based the street and the wall of the shop on the elegant and beautiful �skyscrapers� of the late Victorian era, with their intricate brickwork and masonry extending several floors into the air, much like some areas of London in the time of Sherlock Holmes. The interior and business within, on the other hand, is a straight-up parody of modern �Murican capitalism and fashion. Overall, inside and outside, this MOC was inspired by one location: a popular clothing store inside a refurnished building from the 1900s that I happened to explore one day in my current hometown in the central United States.