The night's stars evaporated in the purple sky. The planets reflected the sun's light that was now one the other side of the planet. Meridian, Circlet, Cincture, and Hank were names of these guardians as they would take the blunt of any falling star that threatened Shuka.
Sitting underneath all of this were four adventures who recently founded their current team; a nun of the executioner class, a former nomad of the beast rager class, a man with a blue scarf of the katana shinobi class, and a cambion former sheriff of the sheriff gunner class.
"You know, It's weird that we all have unique class names," The sheriff finally said what they were all mostly thinking. "I mean, what exactly is an executioner as a class?"
"What exactly is a sheriff gunner?" Sassed the nun.
"Ha. Fair enough."
"But is that a bad thing?" asked the rager who was responsible for bringing them together.
"Far from it," answered the shinobi. "But it's weird to have a whole party full of them."
"When the evaluator that came to my town gave me my class name, he said that unique names imply the person has to or more classes mixed into one." Said the gunner, recalling the event that happened before she took her father's position.
"Which makes it harder to learn and get stronger in, right?" asked the nun.
"Not exactly," the shinobi was hesitant, for he wasn't sure himself. "Would you be less likely to find a master in the class; sure. But you're given a class so that you can grow with it. All one needs to know the class they are in and it's nothing but uphill climbing."
"But I've heard of adventures having unique class names in my travels. Why is it strange for us?" asked the rager.
The shinobi explains. "Normally, once the class has been revealed, there is nothing in the world that can change it. Reevaluation is a waste of money. However, if you feel you've reached a high enough mastery in the class, or have confidence that your class is missing something, then you can reevaluate. It's a dice roll, but still a chance that a new class can be revealed, creating a unique name."
"Oh right," the gunner remembered something else the evaluator told her. "He mentioned that he had never seen anyone come out the gate with a unique class. He said he would look into it, but I haven't seen him since."
"So does anyone know what the cause is? Maybe a common thing we all share?" Asked the nun.
They talked amongst themself going over events that they were willing to share, but no common thread was found. Only their desire for adventure was comparable, but surely anyone could have that.
The rager stood up and pulled out his battle ax. On one side, the metal reflected the fire light etched with a frost pattern, and the other side had the same pattern but it reflected the purple sky. "Sounds like I have a pretty good team then. If I'm going to explore the world and all it has to offer, then I hope you guys will help me see it all."
The rager smiled as frost flooded out of his mouth. The mountain behind him scraped the star vapers and a star flew over it. Where will they go next?