Thread: Grand Quest (Sharub & Kosmik_Khaos

PROLOGUE Like in any major city, the Adventurer's Headquarters were used to design the very center of the town, making it a vibrant and thriving area with shops and inns of every kind and for every pocket, from the smelly and greasy holes in the overshadowed narrow roads to the brightly lit and expensive Taverns in clean and rich squares, well-known for having welcomed Kings and legendary heroes in their rooms. Such places would see any kind of race of every nation of the world, each of them seeking different paths, but most would agree on three simple things Gold, Fame and power. Despite being quite early in the morning, the area sorrounding the Adventurer's Guild of Poh'Rey was already crowded, with its streets already alive and loudly announcing in any language that another profitable day was starting. Knights in shining armors and newbies in ragged clothes and rusty swords queued in front of the massive building that housed the Guild, with its dark stonebricks almost menacingly rising and rising over the lightly coloured houses and mansions nearby. Like a town inside a town, the GuildHall offered the same loud and lively atmosphere of a traveling port, with people coming and departing, some with greedy smiles on their faces while weighting the bag of coin received after a succesful quest, while others in tears for a lost companion during the last adventure, only to sign for a new one while tears still flowed on their cheecks. It was like a drug. A call that everyone must have felt at least once in their lives, a call so powerful that the whole existence in life seemed to be related directly or indirectly to such powerful Guilds, letting flow thunderous rivers of golden coins and falls of noble titles like there was no tomorrow. Just to make numbers even... And what do you mean with just follow them and don't do anything ? her high pitched voice echoed in the large halls of the GuildHouse, meking several heads to turn and watch what was going on. I mean what i said, ma'am simply replied the old recruiter while his fat fingers fiddled with his gold necklaces, his eyes looked with challenge at hers Just follow the caravan, stay safe, and a little of coins will wait for you at the end of the travel. Quite easy, isn't it? Now... just sign here and in a few days you'll be an happy little filly with coins in her pockets. Now... what was your name again? The young mare looked at him with anger broiling in her brown eyes, her long, dark tail swatting from side to side nervously as she nervously pouted her lips, before dragging a long and almost resigned sigh ...Amalthea... replied her with the gaze fixed on the floor, her wooden staff resting on her shoulder. In few instants the fat employee handed her a small scroll with a fake smile Here it is little one, and congratulations for your first quest. with reluctance, her slender fingers moved to take it, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the recruiter looked past her shoulder and with a rough voice called the next. Unceremoniously, the man with iron armor behind her begun to make comments and started to push forward, almost ignoring her presence, forcing her to take a jump aside. ...well... that's it, then... thought her, holding the little scroll in her hands like if her whole life would depend on that. Straightening her neck upward, trying to regain a respectable stance, the young mare looked around with a renewed curiosity, knowing that now she was part of that orgy of smells, growls, clanks and ringing coins. Mumbling, she adjusted her apprentice's robes, remembering how much it just resembled a rugged apron worn over a pair of rather tight raw-tissue shorts, hoping that her apron would be enough to cover her shapes. Almost lost in that labyrinth of halls and loud groups, she slowly walked in search of her party, the sound of her hooves almost unadible in that cacophony of excited adventurers, until she found a large group fitting the description of that old man. Knowing that the first impression was the only one the mattered, Amalthea passed an hand trough her long, dark mane and adjusted her clothes, then, with an encouraging sigh, took her staff with both hands and approached the caravan, feeling like a fish out of water, not knowing what to do with such experienced travelers, trying to erase from her mind that she was there just because the Caravan Master wanted even numbers. ...H-Hi... I... Am Amalthea. Your last member... apprentice shaman. ...and... Excited to be here... her voice trembling with excitement as she find with difficulty her words, hoping that they would be friendly and welcoming...