Ten years ago in the sprawling city of Asterly, the Overcrow Adventurers Guild was a elegant, bustling hub for bright eyed adventurers to gather from all across the Realm. Then a fire burned the place into a husk. These days, the guild hall is a dilapidated shadow of it's former glory tucked away in a neighborhood, once pleasant, but now considered a step and a half from the city's seedy underbelly.

Against all reason and economic good sense, the retired adventurer named Percival Bell had purchased and refurbished the old guild hall, pouring every coin and ounce of optimism into its revival. But boy is that geezer bad at business. A year later and the place still sucks. It's got only one overworked guild clerk, the disillusioned Ciel Scriver who is stuck handling literally every responsibility there is; registrations, finances, quest postings, dispute resolutions, even maintenance scheduling. One of their only real guild members is the young and clumsy sword wielder Bea Bernadetta, who is only just beginning her adventuring career. I should mention there is also a guild cat, Diablos. Fat bastard. Anyways.

To be completely honest with you, unless something changes soon, the place is going under by the end of the year. That's where you come in.

Become a famous adventurer and spread the guild's name hither and yon, or take over management and start a stamp coupon promo, or commit investment fraud, or just bulldoze the damn place and turn it into an Airbnb.

The choice is yours.

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The city of Asterly sprawls across the heart of the Realm, from the shining hills of the north to the brackish river delta of the south.

In the highest reaches of the city stands the Spires, a gleaming district of white stone and polished marble, where the royal palace rises like a crown above all else. Here lives the aristocrats, nobles, and merchant lords whose coins can change the course of lives with the flick of a quill. Gold-trimmed balconies overlook manicured gardens and crystalline fountains, and the smell of imported wine and rare spices floated through the air.

Below the Spires, stretching outward in a great crescent, sprawls the Twines, Asterly’s commonwealth district and the heart of its beating life. The Twines is an endless maze of marketplaces and narrow lanes, filled with the sounds of merchants hawking wares, children laughing as they dart between stalls, and bards weaving songs of heroes who may or may not have ever existed. Here, humanity and beastfolk mingle in uneasy coexistence. Cat-eared traders haggling beside human blacksmiths, elven scholars debating with dwarven artisans, and adventurers from distant lands clinking mugs in the smoky taverns that line every street.

And then, beneath it all, coils the Barbs, the city’s infamous underbelly, a place of narrow, twisting alleyways and slanted rooftops stacked like crooked teeth. Smoke rises from a hundred hidden forges, the faint glow of torchlight seeping through cracks in the walls. Down here, the law was whatever you can enforce, and the night is long indeed.

Outside Asterly's walls, the Realm is a continent made up of many different biomes, but mostly temperate forest, highlands, and mountainous regions. The Realm is rife with dungeons, and monsters called Beasts such as griffins, ogres, cockatrice, golems, wargs, wyverns, basilisks, goblins and many more. Oh my.

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Built partially off of Medieval Fantasy RP

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