Mage Guilds: Quest for the Demon Blade You'd probably like to know how this whole war started... so I'll give you a brief summary. Long ago, two friends became Mages. They both had their reasons... their goals... and their opinions. Despite their differences, they worked together, and became vastly powerful for it. Together, they roamed the land, going on adventures, completing deadly trials,and slaying ferocious beasts. They became famous, and world renowned,they were heroes, looked up to by all manner of people, peasants, knights, other magic users... there wasn't a person who didn't know their names. One day, that changed, there was a disagreement or a fight... nobody really knows over what... and they split up.They trekked miles away from each other, created massive castles... they went in and locked their doors. Ten years passed, and today... they both open their doors, and send messages all across the land. They are both raising an army of fellow magic users in order to claim an extremely powerful artifact for themselves... the Demon Blade... a sword said to channel magic better than any wand or staff could even hope to. To put it in summary... these two guys hate each other, and nobody knows why... help one of them get the Demon Sword, and you get a great reward. And so it falls to the two factions, the chaotic Silver Owl Covenant, and the orderly Morningstar. Silver Owl Intro: On the peak of a tall, steep mountain, lies the famous White Spire Castle. Held together by the strong magic of the Archmage Martin, the Ivory Spark... it towers over the land, and one can see for miles and miles away. A strong, cold wind dashes through the marble buildings, the sun shines brightly, and clouds race through the sky, both from above and from below. The new recruits awaken in the entrance building. (The tower on the far left of the picture.) Sunlight from the windows all around the tower bring light to the room, and stone rafters weave along the top of the building. The large doors with intricate carvings of owls open silently, only making a large thud when opened all the way. A crystal ball in the center of the room started to react. It went from a quarts white, to.a glowing purple The voice of a young man eminated from it. "Um... Hello! If you're hearing this it means I, Martin, yes... I am not an old, bent, ancient thing... Well, if you're hearing this, It means I am not with you at the moment. Most likely, I'm asleep in the center building... So just head across the bridge. Inside the main building there will be me. Also uh... Don't piss off the Griffin. When going across the bridge... He's basically a giant Meowl... uh... try to look as little like a rodent as possible." Far across the bridge, the huge doors slowly opened. Meanwhile, shadows moved with speeds and agility, across the rafters. They were high up, where light did not shine in, and feathers slowly drifted to the ground.