Mikki
TheBloodCuntess
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The Neverwinter Adventurer's Guild is a place of both grandeur and warmth, a sanctuary for those who seek quests and camaraderie. As you step inside, the first thing that catches your eye is the massive stone fireplace on the far wall, its flames dancing merrily and casting a cozy glow across the room. Above the mantle, a majestic sword is mounted, a relic from a long-forgotten battle.
To your left, a sturdy coat rack stands, laden with cloaks and hats of various adventurers. The scent of leather and the faint aroma of exotic spices fill the air, hinting at the diverse origins of the guild's members.
The walls are lined with bookcases, each shelf brimming with ancient tomes, scrolls, and journals. Some books are bound in rich, dark leather, while others are tattered and worn, their pages yellowed with age. Interspersed among the books are artifacts from countless adventures: a dragon's claw, a shimmering crystal, and a small, intricately carved wooden box that hums with a faint magical energy.
At the center of the room, a large map of Faerûn is spread out on a heavy oak table. The map is detailed and vibrant, showing every mountain range, forest, and city in exquisite detail. Tiny figurines mark the locations of current quests and known dangers, a testament to the guild's constant vigilance.
Behind the reception desk sits an elven woman with an air of quiet efficiency. Her long, silver hair is pulled back into a loose braid, and her emerald eyes are focused intently on the parchment before her. She is meticulously marking off items on a to-do list, her quill moving with practiced precision. Her attire is both practical and elegant, a blend of soft greens and browns that complement her natural grace. Despite her busy demeanor, she occasionally looks up to greet newcomers with a warm, welcoming smile, her presence adding a touch of serenity to the bustling guild hall.
To your left, a sturdy coat rack stands, laden with cloaks and hats of various adventurers. The scent of leather and the faint aroma of exotic spices fill the air, hinting at the diverse origins of the guild's members.
The walls are lined with bookcases, each shelf brimming with ancient tomes, scrolls, and journals. Some books are bound in rich, dark leather, while others are tattered and worn, their pages yellowed with age. Interspersed among the books are artifacts from countless adventures: a dragon's claw, a shimmering crystal, and a small, intricately carved wooden box that hums with a faint magical energy.
At the center of the room, a large map of Faerûn is spread out on a heavy oak table. The map is detailed and vibrant, showing every mountain range, forest, and city in exquisite detail. Tiny figurines mark the locations of current quests and known dangers, a testament to the guild's constant vigilance.
Behind the reception desk sits an elven woman with an air of quiet efficiency. Her long, silver hair is pulled back into a loose braid, and her emerald eyes are focused intently on the parchment before her. She is meticulously marking off items on a to-do list, her quill moving with practiced precision. Her attire is both practical and elegant, a blend of soft greens and browns that complement her natural grace. Despite her busy demeanor, she occasionally looks up to greet newcomers with a warm, welcoming smile, her presence adding a touch of serenity to the bustling guild hall.
When she notices your approach, she smiles brightly at you.
"Ah! Another adventurer I see! I have a list of jobs ranging from rat extermination to- Oh? The Moonshae wars? Why yes. Go ahead and fill out this application, and put it in this bin right here." She motions to a wicker basket with several applications already inside.
"When you're done feel free to enter the chow hall and have a quick bite to eat. We welcome all sorts here! Do be careful though, some of our members can a bit touchy!" She hands you a parchment with a smile, and motions to the quills and ink pots on the side of her desk. "Help yourself."
You read the parchment, and note that it asks you for several items:
Name:
Age:
Species:
Region of Origin:
Skills Description:
Job History:
Experience:
Reference 1:
Reference 2:
Reference 3:
Then it goes on to say:
"I hereby sign as to the accuracy of my statements and understand that by doing so I relieve the Neverwinters' Adventurers' Guild of any liability from any incidents that may arise from this job, and understand fully that by accepting a job offer could entail maiming, dismemberment, deformation, or even death of my persons and hereby sign my aknowledgement henceforth."
Below is an area to sign, with a magical sigil at the bottom.
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