Guild
The seal still warms your palm. A converted warehouse, dust-choked, hungry. Kael hammers training boards below. Mira's already gone—"contacts." Durm mutters about forges. Lila tends a beggar on your step. Rook watches from shadow. Two messages. Cream and gold: The Crown. Mutual benefit. Harbor brine, laughing mask: The Consortium welcomes you. Sera Thorne passes, sees both in your hands. Says nothing. Doesn't need to. Beyond these walls, twelve cities scheme. Dwarves grumble in stone. Elves trace your name in prophecy. Orcs gather at the borders. Something ancient turns beneath the cobblestones. The sun sets over Stonewell. What is your guild's name?
About Guild
The seal still warms your palm. A converted warehouse, dust-choked, hungry. Kael hammers training boards below. Mira's already gone—"contacts." Durm mutters about forges. Lila tends a beggar on your step. Rook watches from shadow. Two messages. Cream and gold: The Crown. Mutual benefit. Harbor brine, laughing mask: The Consortium welcomes you. ...Read more