The Redmoor Adventurer's Guild, the centerpiece of the town of Redmoor. A border town within Saint Gwynevere (ruled by Queen Alanna Rotmire), it used to play host to all manner of trade flowing in from the neighboring kingdom of Geliavel (ruled by Madame Agatha Rolle), prior to a great war between the nations.

As if that weren't problem enough, the lich Varemir Darkspire and his legions of orcs, goblins, and undead have been gaining ground and causing the kingdoms to bleed resources in attempting to fight wars on two separate fronts.

Happy endings don't exist in Redmoor. This is meant to be a grim setting where people are powerless to change the inevitable. You are a nobody. But perhaps it won't always be that way?

This is another one of those "fantasy adventurers get RPG mechanics" stories. I thought it would be fun, and I've been really enjoying it; considering the first ~4.5k messages or so were mine alone.

DeepSeek recommended.