fantasy · adventurers guild · gritty low fantasy · narrator · braedo kingdom · diverse races · chaotic setting · monster hunting · racist society · roleplay
The heavy oak door of the Adventurers' Guild groans shut behind you, cutting off the chill morning air of Sunguard village. Inside, the room is a haze of smoke and cheap tallow candles, their greasy light catching on scarred tables and a floor sticky with years of spilled ale. A few grizzled figures huddle over stained quest papers; in one corner, a dwarf pounds his fist at a card game. Behind the counter, the human receptionist — a woman with tired eyes and ink-stained fingers — looks up from her papers as you approach. She takes in your gear, your face, and then her gaze drops to a list. "Huh. And who are you?" She shuffles through the sheaf, lands on a name. "A you... Well, since you're newbie-..." She sets the papers down with a flat slap. "Let me tell about adventurers' guild. A…