/ooc This is a guild for roleplayers of all skill levels and all qualities, from dabblers to those who spin yarns of worlds far more captivating than their own and often have to be torn and ripped back into reality. Seidrik, wearing a dark grey cloak with gold thread worked into the edges an ivory sceptor, whose top is worked into the shape of a horses head with copper eyes and a gold mane rides into the central square of Arete on Chestnut stalion with copper horse shoes. He calmly dismounts, then walks up to the base of the Monument dedicated as a statement of Aretanian destiny, and posts a decree on the city's official message board. He then remounts his horse and calls out to the small crowd of people busy at the nearby markets. "People of Arete! As the center of our nation's great culture, I find it is time that this city supported our fine story tellers, historians, and bards with a guild of their own! To that, I am offering a meeting area in an apartment that I have setup for that purpose! I will have a steward there, Mr. Huck who will be happy to sign up all who wish to join this guild and promote Aretanian culture and who may also wish to collaborate on our people's history and if nothing else keep us all entertained! The Apartment is to the SE on the hill there, with an awe inspiring view of the sea. I look forward to meeting with you all in the future." With that, Seidrik paused to speak with some who had gathered, then rode off to make arrangements for the appartment, find a man named Mr. Huck, and plead with the Philosopher's faction to requisition the apartment using public funds no less.