Maxxob
The Overseer
Maxxob
| Adelhein - RP GOAL: Asset [Magno Sapient Victori] Influence Ryke F (Is this the way to increase influence of a faction?)
TheTimePiece | Scarlett
Gwen_Temi | Demeter - RP GOAL: Asset Ryken Adventurer E → D
Rev IX | Aureus
Spoiled Bread | Aqua
Crescent King | Cat
The Ryken Adventurers Guildhall was a hub of constant activity, but today, it was nearly bursting at the seams. A wall-sized board displayed notices for work, from mundane escort missions to high-stakes monster hunts. Yet one notice drew most of the attention, its bold lettering impossible to ignore:
"URGENT REQUEST: INVESTIGATORS AND COMBATANTS NEEDED."
A crowd of adventurers clustered around the posting, murmuring with excitement and unease. The details were both sparse and unsettling:
At the far end of the hall, Guildmaster Edvar—a grizzled half-orc clad in a mix of well-worn armor and a crimson Guild cloak—stood atop a raised dais. His booming voice carried over the clamor:
“Listen up! The reports coming out of Greystone are unlike anything we’ve seen. This isn’t just some bandit raid or monster nest. Whatever caused that sinkhole is big, and we need the best of you to get to the bottom of it—literally.”
He paused, scanning the room, his sharp eyes daring anyone to back out. “Caravans carrying survivors are heading to Greystone’s edge now. If you’re interested, make your way to the guild's quartermasters, sign up, and prepare to leave by dawn tomorrow. This is high-risk work, but the pay’s worth it. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Around the hall, conversations erupted in every corner. Some debated the nature of the incident—elemental disruption? Ancient curse? Rogue summoning magic? Others were already forming parties, scanning the room for capable allies.
A table near the guild’s hearth had been set up for additional details. A young guild scribe, looking overwhelmed by the crowd, frantically scribbled names onto a growing list of volunteers. Next to her stood a weathered adventurer offering survival tips to first-timers, clearly relishing the attention.
Meanwhile, an older human merchant was arguing with a guild official about the fate of his trade wagons last seen traveling near Greystone, his voice rising above the general din: “Forget the silver—I’ve got heirlooms on that blasted route! If any of you find them, I’ll make it worth your while, I swear it!”
The sense of urgency was palpable. The mystery of Greystone—and the promises of silver—hung over the crowd like a storm cloud, crackling with potential. As the sign-ups grew, the question remained: would this be the opportunity of a lifetime, or would the depths swallow these adventurers whole, as they had the village?
TheTimePiece | Scarlett
Gwen_Temi | Demeter - RP GOAL: Asset Ryken Adventurer E → D
Rev IX | Aureus
Spoiled Bread | Aqua
Crescent King | Cat
The Ryken Adventurers Guildhall was a hub of constant activity, but today, it was nearly bursting at the seams. A wall-sized board displayed notices for work, from mundane escort missions to high-stakes monster hunts. Yet one notice drew most of the attention, its bold lettering impossible to ignore:
"URGENT REQUEST: INVESTIGATORS AND COMBATANTS NEEDED."
A crowd of adventurers clustered around the posting, murmuring with excitement and unease. The details were both sparse and unsettling:
A sinkhole of unprecedented size has swallowed the village of Greystone overnight. Survivors from nearby areas report strange phenomena. The Guild seeks skilled individuals to investigate the sinkhole, ensure the safety of surrounding settlements, and uncover the source of these events. Reward: 50 silver rykes per participant, with additional compensation for actionable findings.
At the far end of the hall, Guildmaster Edvar—a grizzled half-orc clad in a mix of well-worn armor and a crimson Guild cloak—stood atop a raised dais. His booming voice carried over the clamor:
“Listen up! The reports coming out of Greystone are unlike anything we’ve seen. This isn’t just some bandit raid or monster nest. Whatever caused that sinkhole is big, and we need the best of you to get to the bottom of it—literally.”
He paused, scanning the room, his sharp eyes daring anyone to back out. “Caravans carrying survivors are heading to Greystone’s edge now. If you’re interested, make your way to the guild's quartermasters, sign up, and prepare to leave by dawn tomorrow. This is high-risk work, but the pay’s worth it. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Around the hall, conversations erupted in every corner. Some debated the nature of the incident—elemental disruption? Ancient curse? Rogue summoning magic? Others were already forming parties, scanning the room for capable allies.
A table near the guild’s hearth had been set up for additional details. A young guild scribe, looking overwhelmed by the crowd, frantically scribbled names onto a growing list of volunteers. Next to her stood a weathered adventurer offering survival tips to first-timers, clearly relishing the attention.
Meanwhile, an older human merchant was arguing with a guild official about the fate of his trade wagons last seen traveling near Greystone, his voice rising above the general din: “Forget the silver—I’ve got heirlooms on that blasted route! If any of you find them, I’ll make it worth your while, I swear it!”
The sense of urgency was palpable. The mystery of Greystone—and the promises of silver—hung over the crowd like a storm cloud, crackling with potential. As the sign-ups grew, the question remained: would this be the opportunity of a lifetime, or would the depths swallow these adventurers whole, as they had the village?
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