The sun crested over the horizon somewhere around the same time that the rooftop of that tired old bedraggled building came into view. So many times he'd come here when there was absolutely nowhere else to go. Of course, that wasn't entirely true. There were at least two other places to go. One was the Vampire Tavern. That legendary place that seemed to be the beginning of many adventurers careers, or at least the beginning of the bards tales of the adventurers careers. But he'd grown weary of seeking escape at the tavern. It had aged far too gracefully for his liking, and now it stood as a stark reminder of the past he so longed to escape.
Then there was the other place. Yes, he could go there. Yes, he would be welcomed with open arms, and life could begin anew for him. But once again the past kept him away. So much hurt, so much loss, and so little control were all too much for him to attempt to face. He was content to leave it all behind.
So this old run down monument of a building was where he found himself. The guildhouse had once been a hub of activity. Heroes and villains alike would come here seeking adventure. Lone wolves would find guilds and alliances and clans they could join up with. Buyers and sellers would come from all over Ayenee to try to make a better life through the accumulation of goods. It was truly a testament to the glorious history of this land. Now, the old guildhouse, while still busy compared to some old buildings, was a shadow of what it once was. There were only a handful of postings for groups looking for members. Even fewer were the listings for adventurers wanted for a job; and the one lonely woman vendor by the center column was the only peddler anywhere around.
He came up to the entrance to the guildhouse and took a deep breath. The smell of the place never changed. Even after so many years it still filled his nostrils with what he could only describe as the scent of mystery. He walked in and took a seat on one of the many empty stone stools that lined the outer walls. He didn't know what he's find, but he knew that if he wanted to start over, this was the place to do it.
Then there was the other place. Yes, he could go there. Yes, he would be welcomed with open arms, and life could begin anew for him. But once again the past kept him away. So much hurt, so much loss, and so little control were all too much for him to attempt to face. He was content to leave it all behind.
So this old run down monument of a building was where he found himself. The guildhouse had once been a hub of activity. Heroes and villains alike would come here seeking adventure. Lone wolves would find guilds and alliances and clans they could join up with. Buyers and sellers would come from all over Ayenee to try to make a better life through the accumulation of goods. It was truly a testament to the glorious history of this land. Now, the old guildhouse, while still busy compared to some old buildings, was a shadow of what it once was. There were only a handful of postings for groups looking for members. Even fewer were the listings for adventurers wanted for a job; and the one lonely woman vendor by the center column was the only peddler anywhere around.
He came up to the entrance to the guildhouse and took a deep breath. The smell of the place never changed. Even after so many years it still filled his nostrils with what he could only describe as the scent of mystery. He walked in and took a seat on one of the many empty stone stools that lined the outer walls. He didn't know what he's find, but he knew that if he wanted to start over, this was the place to do it.