And so it was that in the year of 101, seven guildmasters set out for the glory of The Lauded Orbs, but mostly that of their own guilds. This is what they brought along...
Couldn't find a silver goblet, so it had to be a flask instead.
These are the gods of The Lauded Orbs:
EMBARK
This where you ended up... Warning, huge images! The grey ore is tetrahedrite.
Plenty of interesting wildlife.
The creaking wagon ground to a halt in the middle of nowhere. In the middle of an endless field of salt, more precisely. It was here that the Guilds of Despair would found the fortress of Laborburn. Only the best and brightest of dwarvenkind would be able to survive this untamed wasteland.
“Heresy!” Peregarrette the Highest Priestess of Amug shouted, as she rifled through the wagon. “I ordered giant osprey meat and sunshine! What is this? Eagle meat and wine?”
Loach the Fool was pleased to see that her clown loaches had been packed as specified.
“Did you know that the loach species was named after me?” she asked the raging priestess.
“What?”
“Or was it the other way around? I don’t remember. You could say I have the memory of a goldfish!”
Loach waited for the laugh. All she got was a stare full of divine anger.
“That was the most blasphemously bad joke I have ever – Hey, get off that!” Peregarette jumped at Vendix the treasurer, who had been fingering her shiny silver warhammer.
Standing a bit away from the others were Silver the Assassin and Crow the Mage.
“I’m sure we’ll do nicely here”, Silver said. “By the looks of it, the contracts should start rolling in soon.”
“Indeed”, Crow said. “Both I and my crow sense the winds of magic blow strong in this place.“
Silver glanced at the bird perched on Crow’s shoulder.
“Are you sure that’s a crow? It looks more like a - ”
“Of course it’s a crow! What else would it be? Do you have a degree in druidry or something?”
“Sure, whatever you say… Where did Dismas go, by the way?”
The two dwarves looked around. Dismas the Thief was at the edge of the forest, beating up and robbing squirrels, then getting disappointed when they didn’t have any money.
“He keeps himself busy, apparently.”
“Quack”, Crow’s crow said.
Vevois the Scientist emerged from the depths of the wagon, a horrifying scream drawing the attention of the other dwarves.
“I’m taking charge of this fortress! Strike the earth!”
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Vevois is expedition leader, Vendix is broker and bookkeeper but needs an office. Post your Guild Orders!