We find the daily sun just leaving its height among the city of Guilds, its flames now flickering to life as the sunlight leaves its depths. Thousands of lives move to home and rest, with thousands more are just waking from they're own slumber to start the night. But there is one figure that does not share in the passing of the day and upon a oaken throne he sits with a deep thought and a heavy brow. This is the "Count" Cantobrand and he worries for his people.
One of the Guild Lords of Creeds he is absorbed into the knowledge that something is not right within his lands and within the very halls of the city itself. The council have returned to him and his peers with troubling knowledge that something is coming to destroy all that he ever held dear to life among the citizens of Creeds and they do no know what it is. This puzzles him, for they have always been forthcoming in all things of this matter. Never was there a lie or a false truth to be found among they're number. So in order to ease his own worrisome thoughts he has called for several individuals that may have a chance of ending this danger before it comes to pass. But even then this puzzles him, for the council was the source of such a list of adventurers and even then only one is known to him.
One of the Guild Lords of Creeds he is absorbed into the knowledge that something is not right within his lands and within the very halls of the city itself. The council have returned to him and his peers with troubling knowledge that something is coming to destroy all that he ever held dear to life among the citizens of Creeds and they do no know what it is. This puzzles him, for they have always been forthcoming in all things of this matter. Never was there a lie or a false truth to be found among they're number. So in order to ease his own worrisome thoughts he has called for several individuals that may have a chance of ending this danger before it comes to pass. But even then this puzzles him, for the council was the source of such a list of adventurers and even then only one is known to him.
Outside of the great meeting hall of the Counts estate the terrace sits, a lone figure waiting. The mans garb is that of a statesman but less refined and more worn. He is Geoffry one of the Counts most trusted advisers and friends.
There he has been waiting for the better part of the day, looking for any sign of a sky ship that will come by carrying those the Count insisted on meeting. His pipe sits perched on the edge of his lips as he puffs away looking more like an aristocratic chimney then a person. Running his fingers through his grey hair and adjusting his glasses, he see's a speck quickly gaining on the horizon.
It is the ship in question and he quickly sets his pipe aside and straightens up to make himself presentable for those on board.
The five on board were strangers up to this very time seeing as no one knew the other and the size of the transport itself allowed them to easily avoid one another. But each carried a piece of parchment that was a message straight to them and they knew that it was the Counts own calling that brought them to this world in the first place.
Geoffry stepped over as the ship pulled aside and the gangplank lowered lightly touching down on the terrace. He awaited for the visitors to remove themselves from the ship before addressing all of them and leading them to the Count as per his orders.