Artemis woke with amnesia underneath the shattered remains of a once prosperous human civilization. He remembered nothing, his past or the events that happened that caused the world to become as it was. He was no longer purely human, he woke to find...
Liz Silverster was walking down the streets of the capital. The sun was brimming in a yellow light and a warm breeze was sweeping through the area. Her very long black hair was dancing to the breeze, her fair complexion and black eyes shined under the sun. She was a tall yet cute adventurer from the Vultures. She wore a green hood alongside her brown dress which touched her knees, brown gloves on both hands, green boots and a quiver of arrows on her back.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
An expert marksman, many wondered why she ended up joining a rag-tag group of idiots in the Vulture side of the adventurer's guild. Though she looked daring, beautiful and cunning, she was also an idiot whose decisions in life landed her in financial debt and ruin. Her parents disowned her when she went against their wishes of marrying into the rich noble family and insulting them verbally in front of hundreds.
She believed that only she knew how her life should play out, only listening to her own decisions and wishes whilst disregarding others around her. Nevertheless, she managed to find herself a group of adventurers and found some companions.
She was on her way to an Inn, the Inn was there group's meeting place whenever they were about to embark on a mission. She and her group were chosen to represent their faction, the mission was simple: Infiltrate the occupied Eastern Fortress City and try to obtain any useful information before sabotaging the enemy and fleeing.
The mission was by Izrael, the Great Warrior himself. With the promised pay of 30,000 Aureus, if they were successful, they'll get a share of 3,000 Aureus each, much to the dismay of pretty much everyone chosen for the mission.
The original thought was that the Lion's Alliance's chosen adventurers would receive a much more generous sum compared to the chosen adventurers of Vulture's Hole. As expected, tensions are again running high between both factions.
Liz arrived at the Inn an hour past noon. The Inn was relatively lively with the tables and chair counters fully occupied. Luckily, her group had a reserved spot at the far corner of the Inn's hall. Their spot was a luxurious but cramped space with finely made cushions embedded on their benches which were attached to the wall and a hanging mini chandelier to top it all off. The table, however, was a simple wooden table 4x4 ft in length but was well-polished and glimmered turning its simplicity into luxury.
It seemed like her friends were not at the Inn yet, seeing how empty their table is. She made her way through the Inn, avoiding the few gazes fixated on her. The gazes of disgust and envy which plagued Liz and her group, they were the most hated and most loved Vulture Hole Adventurer group. Hated generally for due to how much damage they cause where ever they go and loved because of the playboy and the bitch. Love is subjective, and to them; love is when people give them what they want.
