CHAPTER 1: GUILD TIES
The city of Kyrie, southern capital of the realm. On it's surface it was a bustling trade landmark, a hallmark for good-quality items and goods spanning from all corners of the globe. However, beneath it's lackluster covering of happiness and rose-tinted appearances, lay it's darkest and most competitive members of society; The Guilds. Each guild fought for control of the city, from The Shacklescales, pirates of ill repute who did nothing more than brawl and curse, to the Vipers, apothecary brigands with a talent for seizure-inducing, mouth-foaming reactive poison.
But this is not their story, no, this story belongs to a far less virulent and well known group. The Seekers, they were known as, a plucky duo who were in a fledgling status within the guilds of Kyrie. Looking for repute, these two adventurers would soon come to learn that not only Kyrie was a dangerous place to live in.
The Guild Hall for the Seekers was at the moment nothing more than a borrowed upstairs space in a tavern; Liriope however did not mind. A thief in heart and profession, seedy taverns were almost a second home to her. Second only to Kyrie's many underground and overground, darkened alleyways filled with nobles looking to lose a few hundred gold pieces from their coffers.
She sat in the furthest corner of the room, waiting for her partner to arrive. A mug of ale in hand, she took the drink and necked the entirety of the ale, the rich alcoholic liquid oozing into the core of her being and warming her every extremity.
Where could Cassandra be, she could only wonder. Probably buying dusty magical tomes to stock her every emptying and filling bookcase. Liriope could not say why she discarded as many as she kept, but even she could not say she was without her own... eccentricities.