The Adventurers' Guild

The Adventurers’ Guild is a hall and a clerk, not a church — it didn’t replace Valor, it just noticed the woodland hadn’t gone quiet and started writing the trouble down. A contract is a problem report: a result and a direction, never a monster’s name up front. The clerk asks a farmer where the trouble is and how fast it’s moving, not what species it is — the farmer has never seen the creature, only a bucket coming up slow.

The language stays plain because panic doesn’t occupy a hex: “draw it out,” “walk the brushline,” “cut it out,” “go under.” On a full campaign the board persists — a contract stays pinned, a company sleeps and returns to it. On this site each sitting starts fresh and unsolved, which is its own kind of honesty: nothing here pretends to be a season.

Who gets sent

Three people the hall can spare: a fighter for the door, a cleric for the shoulder, a wizard for the lane. They’re mixed in experience because that’s who’s actually available once a contract goes up — an initiate beside a veteran is normal, not a design flourish. A fourth seat, like a ranger, exists in the wider game but isn’t part of this site’s open contracts.

The Guild doesn’t rank a party for killing a slime. It just writes the next contract.