RE: Glorified Mercenaries (Game Start!) [LWRPG]
06-22-2013, 05:30 AM
Spoiler
The five of you sit in the lobby of the Riverhaven Central Adventurers’ Guild, waiting on cheap wooden chairs and benches to be called up for the entrance exam. It is a small, sparsely-decorated room, far different from the glitz found in the older Guild offices, as a relic of their past glory; only a couple of cheap paintings and a tiny fountain in the corner break up the monotony of the unpainted brick walls.
It’s a cool summer evening, the first one in a while not to be oppressively hot and humid. A few greasers hang out at a nearby garage, nominally tuning up their cars but mostly just chatting and joking around; a Moatin family passes by the window, having just eaten dinner. Small groups of fireflies and wisps are flitting about, and the smell of flowers lingers on the air. The moon has risen, and is waxing gibbous; the stars and the planet’s rings can’t be seen, blocked out by the neon and streetlights of the city.
A Duonasí woman, in her late teenage years, is sitting at the reception desk. Most of her time is spent reading a comic book while chewing some gum; occasionally, she glances at a clock to the right and sighs. After quite a while, one of these glances proves fruitful, and she briefly raises her head from the comic and calls out “Group F, it’s exam time! Go through that door, if ya please!” She jerks a thumb towards an imposing metal door to her left, before spitting out her gum and grabbing a new piece.