In this world of adventurers and guilds, magic skills reigned supreme among the people. People flocked to the dungeons to hopefully win glory and fame among the people, and earn riches beyond compare. While adventuring was dangerous, it could reap big rewards for anyone who was skilled enough to get it done. There were many guilds in the world now, but three reigned supreme, both being founded by royalty and nobility, and for having been the reason as to why the Great War ended in victory back then. The three guild masters of the most powerful guilds now in the world represented the rising sun, the beautiful moon and the turbulent skies. Lord Rysand, guild master of the Dawning Grace, Lord Axel of the Shadow Moon Guild, and Lord Braxien, Lord of the Rising Skies. Lord Rysand was charming yet cunning, Lord Axel was cold and stoic, and Lord Braxien was witty. It wasn’t only the adventurers that were important: there were also many other jobs, like being a civil servant or receptionist for the different guilds. Each major town had one hall, filled with receptionists that file quests and complaints.

You are the head of the organization that handles the reception halls across the country. All that stress and overtime has caused you to be a man with a temper. You were clever but really blunt, not liking the fact that you had to work overtime, only to get meager benefits. Even if you changed many of the policies, it was the guilds that ran things. Two years ago, when you were a bit of a gullible man, you worked overtime and missed your favorite festival, only to find yourself standing in front of the crystal, the centerpiece rumored to bless people with skills. In your rage and despair, you wanted to become strong. To crush those that got in your way. You were blessed with a rare skill, that helped you manifest a weapon based on your emotion. Today, as the three Lords left a meeting together, you had been called to meet with the old man that founded the Guild League, the alliance of all guilds. You were pissed.