I stand at the entrance of the Adventurers' Guild, feeling the weight of accomplishment settle in my chest. It's been a long journey since I accepted my first beginner's quest, but now, after completing both stages, I'm ready to report back. The large wooden doors creak open as I push my way in, the familiar bustle of the guild's interior greeting me. Adventurers sit at tables, some boasting about their latest conquests, while others quietly pore over the quest board, looking for their next challenge.
At the front desk, I see May, the guild attendant, busy with paperwork. Her brown hair falls in soft waves around her shoulders, and the faintest smile graces her lips as she works. She's always been polite, even a bit shy, but helpful and attentive. Spotting me, her eyes light up.
"Held! You're back!" she greets warmly, stepping from behind the counter. "How did the quest go?"
I return the smile, feeling a sense of pride well up in me. "It went well," I say. "I completed it."
Her eyes widen a little in interest. "Really? What was it about? Tell me everything!"
I chuckle softly at her enthusiasm, leaning on the counter. "Well, it was a two-stage quest," I begin, scratching the back of my neck as I recall the details. "The first part was Grom's quest. I had to gather wood from the Silverwood Forest, mine for mana-infused stone, and hunt an Evil Bunny for its horn."
Her brows lift, and she tilts her head slightly, clearly invested in the story.
"Wood gathering wasn't too difficult," I continue, "but the mining—well, if you don't know how to use mana to break the boulder, you won't get far. I had to channel my mana into the pickaxe to crack it open. After that, the Evil Bunny… that little guy wasn't easy either. Quick on its feet, but I managed." I shrug, a half-smile tugging at my lips.
"And what did you get for completing that part?" she asks, her fingers tracing the edge of the counter absentmindedly.
"A Vorpal Horn Sword. Normal grade, but it's sharp and feels good in my hand." I pat the hilt of the sword at my side, feeling its weight through my leather gloves.
May nods approvingly, her smile widening a little. "That sounds impressive for a beginner's quest."
"That was just the first stage," I say with a slight grin, leaning in a bit, as if letting her in on a secret. "The second part was Liora's quest. I had to gather cotton flowers, hunt deer for their hides, and track down small Evil Spiders for their silk."
"Spiders?" She cringes slightly at the thought, crossing her arms. "That sounds... less fun."
I laugh. "It wasn't exactly a walk in the park. Especially when I got poisoned by one."
May's face changes in an instant, worry flashing in her eyes. She steps closer, her expression serious now. "Poisoned? Are you okay? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
I hold up my hands, palms out, in a calming gesture. "Relax, I'm fine. I had an antidote prepared. Bought it at the alchemy shop before the quest—just in case." I shrug nonchalantly, though the memory of the spider's bite still sends a slight shiver down my spine. "It worked, and I recovered right away."
She visibly relaxes, though her eyes still scan me for any sign of lingering effects. "Well, I'm glad you were prepared. I'd hate to think you went through that alone."
I smile, appreciating her concern. "Yeah, but that wasn't the only trouble. While I was gathering the cotton flowers, I ran into a group of beesneaps."
Her eyes widen. "Beesneaps? You mean those dog-sized insects?"
I nod. "Yeah, they were in the flower field, collecting nectar. I didn't see them at first and got too close. Next thing I know, three of them came after me."
Her mouth drops open in shock. "Three of them? What did you do?"
I give a slight grin. "I had to fight them off. They were aggressive, buzzing around, trying to sting me, but I managed to defeat all three."
She stares at me, wide-eyed, clearly impressed. "You *defeated* three beesneaps? Those things are no joke, Held! You must have really been on your game."
I shrug with a modest smile. "It wasn't easy. Their stingers pack a punch, but I managed to dodge their attacks and take them down one by one."
May lets out a soft breath. "I can't believe it. Most new adventurers would have run for the hills."
"Well, I didn't have much of a choice," I reply, laughing. "They weren't going to let me gather the cotton flowers peacefully. But I made it through, and everything else went smoothly after that. For completing Liora's quest, I got this normal grade leather armor."
May's smile returns, this time with a hint of admiration. "You've really earned that armor, Held. Beesneaps, Evil Spiders… That's a lot to handle for a new adventurer."
I smile, feeling proud. "It was a challenge, but I got it done."
After a pause, I take a deep breath and reach into my pack, pulling out two scrolls. "Anyway, here are the scrolls I got from Grom and Liora. They verify the completion of both stages of the beginner's quest."
May takes the scrolls with a professional nod, her previous lighthearted demeanor shifting into one of focus. She unfurls the first scroll, her eyes scanning the contents with practiced efficiency. I watch her closely as she moves to the second scroll, glancing at the magical seals that confirm my success.
She nods, a soft smile returning to her face. "Everything looks good. You've officially completed the beginner's quest, Held. Congratulations."
I feel a sense of relief and satisfaction wash over me. "Thanks, May."
Her eyes flick to my adventurer insignia, the metal glinting faintly in the guild's lantern light. "Your points will be recorded, and your insignia should reflect your progress soon."
As she finishes speaking, I glance down at my insignia. Sure enough, a faint glow begins to pulse from it, the magical energy signaling that my points have been added. I watch, captivated for a moment, as the light fades, leaving behind the familiar shine of my badge, but now marked with the evidence of my accomplishments.
I can't help but smile. It feels like the first real step toward something bigger.
As May's eyes linger on my insignia, she gives me a knowing smile. "That insignia," she begins, her tone warm but authoritative, "isn't just for show. It's more than a simple badge. It's a symbol of your status as an official adventurer. You see, it's also a magic artifact of sorts. The guild uses it to track your progress and rank."
I raise an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. "A magic artifact?" I glance down at the insignia again, tracing its metallic surface with my thumb. The idea that this little piece of metal was more than just a token of my adventurer's registration was intriguing. "What else can it do?"
May leans forward slightly, folding her arms on the counter. "It evolves," she says, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "As you progress through the ranks, your insignia will change too—both in appearance and in the magic it holds. The higher your rank, the more powerful the insignia becomes. It'll reflect your growth, not just as a fighter or a mage, but as a person who has proven themselves."
I look up at her, intrigued. "So… what exactly are the ranks?"
A small chuckle escapes her lips as she straightens up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "I thought you might ask that. The adventurers' ranking system is organized from the lowest tier, Rank F—where all of you fledglings start—up to Rank S, where only the most elite of adventurers stand." She raises a finger, gesturing upward as if walking me through an invisible ladder. "Fledgling, Experienced, Daring, Champion, Brave, Advanced, and finally, Supreme."
She speaks slowly, allowing the words to sink in, and I nod along. "And how do you move up?"
"Ah," May says, her eyes twinkling, "now we're getting to the good part." She taps a finger against the counter, her gaze focused on my insignia once more. "You earn points by completing quests. Each quest gives you a certain number of points depending on its difficulty. F-rank quests, the ones you've been doing, will get you five points each. As the quests get tougher, the points increase. For example, an S-rank quest can earn you as much as three hundred and twenty points. But to reach those, you'll need to rank up."
My fingers instinctively tighten around the edge of the counter. "How many points do I need to rank up?"
"You'll need one hundred points to attempt your Rank E promotion quest," May explains. "And from there, it gets harder. To reach Rank D, you need two hundred and fifty points. Rank C will require five hundred, and so on. By the time you're trying for Rank A, you'll need two thousand points." She pauses, letting the gravity of that sink in. "And Rank S? Four thousand."
I exhale sharply, feeling the weight of the journey ahead. "That's… a lot of points."
May laughs softly. "It is. But don't worry. The guild doesn't expect you to do it alone. When you form a party, you can take on quests that are one or two ranks higher than your current rank, and everyone gets a share of the points. It helps to speed things up—especially when you've got strong comrades at your side."
I nod slowly, the pieces coming together in my mind. "So, the insignia shows how many points I have, and when I reach a certain threshold, I can attempt a promotion quest?"
"Exactly," May says, a touch of pride in her voice as if she's pleased with my understanding. "But be warned—promotion quests aren't like regular quests. They're tougher, designed to test whether you're really ready for the next rank. You'll face challenges that push you to your limits. Fail, and you'll have to wait, accumulating another fifty percent of the original point requirement before you can try again."
My heart skips a beat at that. "And if you pass?"
"Then you rank up, and your insignia evolves," May replies. "Your insignia will change form, marking you as a higher-ranked adventurer. People will respect you more, trust you with tougher missions, and your rewards will grow too." She gives me a small smile. "But remember, even with all those benefits, adventuring is dangerous work. Every rank comes with greater risks."
I shift my weight from one foot to the other, considering her words. "What if someone performs exceptionally well on a quest? Do they get more points?"
May's eyes gleam with interest. "Ah, yes. Exceptional performance can be rewarded. If you finish a quest ahead of schedule, tackle unforeseen dangers, or complete additional objectives, the guild may award you bonus points. It's rare, but it can help you advance more quickly."
I lean against the counter, mulling over everything she's said. "So… what's next for me?"
She tilts her head, smiling softly. "Keep at it. Complete quests, earn points, and when you're ready, take on a promotion quest. You've already got a few points under your belt. Just keep building on that."
I stand up straight, feeling a renewed sense of determination. My eyes flick back to my insignia, the small glint of light a reminder of the long road ahead. "Thanks, May. I'll keep that in mind."
"Good," she says, her voice warm but firm. "Just remember—every great adventurer started where you are now. It's not about how fast you climb, but how well you do along the way."
With a final nod, I turn toward the guild's exit, my hand resting briefly on my insignia. It's only the beginning, but now I know the path ahead. The insignia in my hand feels heavier, not just with metal but with purpose. As I step out into the night air, I can't help but feel a surge of excitement. Rank F or not, I'm ready for what comes next.
The road to Rank S starts here.
As I step out of the Adventurers' Guild, the crisp night air greets me with a gentle breeze, causing the hair on the back of my neck to rise. I take a moment to breathe it in—cool, clean, and refreshing. The streets of Silverwood are quieter now, illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns lining the cobblestone paths. Above, the sky is a vast, dark canvas dotted with stars. A few passersby meander through the streets, but overall, the town feels calm, like it's catching its breath after a long day.
I tug at the straps of my backpack, adjusting its weight against my shoulders, and begin my walk toward the market. Despite the day's challenges, there's a sense of satisfaction in the air. I've survived another day, completed a quest, and earned some coin. It's a good start, but it's only a start.
The central market still hums with life, even at this hour. Lanterns illuminate the various stalls, where merchants exchange small talk with customers lingering over goods and food. The aroma of roasted meats and spiced vegetables fills the air, tempting me to stop at a food vendor. The market is alive with the sounds of soft laughter, the shuffle of feet, and the occasional clink of coin.
I let my eyes wander over the items on display—fresh fruits, hand-forged weapons, crafted trinkets. I pass by adventurers gathered around a cart, talking about their most recent quests, the excitement in their voices contagious. A few nod in my direction, recognizing me as a fellow guild member, but I keep moving.
I'm in no rush, though my body tells me it's time to rest soon. My destination is the Silver Leaf Tavern and the Silverwood Lodge, both recommended by May. But before that, I need something to eat.
The Silver Leaf Tavern comes into view, its warm light spilling out onto the street. I push the door open and step inside, immediately greeted by the familiar sound of clinking mugs and the murmur of conversation. The tavern is bustling with activity, but it has a welcoming atmosphere, with the smell of good food wafting through the air.
A waiter—Gregor, as his nametag says—approaches me with a friendly smile. His brown hair falls in waves across his forehead, and he has the kind of demeanor that puts you at ease right away.
"Evening, traveler!" he greets, voice warm and full of energy. "You look like you've had quite a day. Can I get you a table, or are you more in the mood for a drink at the bar?"
His eyes glint with curiosity, noticing the small adventurer's sigil pinned to my chest. I hesitate for a moment, scanning the busy bar, and opt for a quieter spot. "A table would be great," I reply with a nod. "And… what's good on the menu tonight?"
Gregor grins widely, clearly delighted by the question. He tilts his head slightly, thinking, before gesturing toward the kitchen. "Well, since you asked, tonight's special is the roast venison with garlic mash. But if you're up for something heartier, I'd recommend the hunter's stew. It's my personal favorite—a good mix of meats, potatoes, and just enough spice to warm you up from the inside."
I can't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "You've sold me. I'll take the hunter's stew then."
"Great choice!" Gregor gives me an approving nod and gestures to a nearby table near the window. "Sit tight, I'll be right back with your order."
I settle into my seat at the table, allowing myself to take in the room's ambiance. Adventurers, merchants, and townsfolk alike enjoy their meals and drinks, the lively conversations mixing with the crackle of the fire in the hearth. My eyes briefly scan the room, lingering on a group of adventurers sharing tales of their conquests. The camaraderie between them stirs something in me. One day, I'll have stories like that to share—stories that will leave others in awe.
As I sit back, letting the warm atmosphere seep into my bones, Gregor returns swiftly, carrying a steaming bowl of stew that smells like heaven.
"Here we go," Gregor announces, setting the bowl down with a flourish. "Hunter's stew, just like I promised."
I lean forward, the rich aroma of the dish instantly making my mouth water. Steam rises from the thick broth, chunks of meat and vegetables visible beneath the surface.
"It smells amazing," I say, eyeing the dish.
Gregor grins and folds his arms, standing by my table for a moment. "You've got a good nose. I hope it tastes as good as it smells. Anything else I can get for you? Maybe a drink to go with it?"
I take a moment to think before shaking my head. "No, I'm good for now. Thanks."
"No problem. Just give me a shout if you need anything else," Gregor replies, his friendly smile unwavering. He gives a quick nod before heading off to tend to another table.
I take my first bite, and the flavors explode across my tongue. The stew is rich and savory, the meat tender and perfectly seasoned, with just the right amount of spice. It's hearty in a way that warms me from the inside out—exactly what I need after a long day of adventuring.
As I continue to eat, I let myself relax fully, leaning back in my chair and savoring each bite. The sounds of the tavern fade slightly into the background as my thoughts drift. I think of the quests I've completed, the dangers I've faced, and the new friends I've made. There's something satisfying about it all, about making progress, no matter how small.
Before long, I finish the stew and sit back with a sigh, thoroughly content. Gregor, as if sensing the perfect moment, swings by again to check on me.
"How was it?" he asks, his eyes bright with curiosity.
"Fantastic," I reply, meeting his gaze with a smile. "Thanks for the recommendation. That was just what I needed."
"Glad to hear it!" Gregor beams, clearly pleased. "We take pride in our food here at the Silver Leaf. Keeps adventurers like you coming back."
I chuckle, wiping my mouth with a napkin. "I can see why."
Gregor nods appreciatively, and with a final smile, he excuses himself to tend to another customer, leaving me to sit back and enjoy the quiet satisfaction that comes from a good meal.
With my hunger satisfied, I make my way to the counter to pay. As I approach, a young woman in a light blue cashier uniform looks up from her work. Her chestnut brown hair is neatly braided, and her hazel eyes sparkle with a friendly warmth. She gives me a bright smile.
"Good evening!" she greets. "I'm Eliza. How was your meal tonight?"
"It was great, Eliza," I reply. "Just came to settle the bill."
"Of course," she says, glancing at the register. "That'll be 12 silver coins, please."
I hand her the payment, and she swiftly counts it before placing it into the register. "Thank you! I hope you enjoyed your time here."
"I did, very much," I say, taking back my change. "Actually, Gregor mentioned the hunter's stew was his favorite. I have to agree—it was fantastic."
Eliza's smile widens. "I'm glad you liked it. Gregor does have excellent taste. If you're ever back, you should try the chef's special meat pie. It's a favorite among the regulars."
"I'll definitely consider it," I reply, smiling back. "Thanks for the recommendation."
"No problem," Eliza says, her tone friendly. "Just let me know if you need anything else."
With a final nod and a warm smile, I turn and head toward the door. The night air greets me once again as I step outside, feeling content and ready for a good night's rest.
I make my way to the Silverwood Lodge, a short walk down the road. The lodge is a humble building, wooden and sturdy, with lanterns glowing softly in the windows. It's a place that travelers and adventurers often choose for its comfort and simplicity.
As I push open the lodge's door, the warmth inside envelops me. The scent of polished wood and a faint trace of lavender greet me. A few guests sit by the fireplace, speaking in low voices, their faces illuminated by the dancing flames. There's a calm, almost cozy atmosphere here, a welcome change from the constant rush of the outside world.
At the counter stands a tall, broad-shouldered man, his sleeves rolled up as if he's just finished working. His hair is streaked with gray, and his face, though lined with age, carries a warm and approachable expression.
"Good evening," he greets me with a deep, friendly voice. "I'm Garrick Brightwood, the owner. Looking for a room?"
"That's right," I reply, giving him a nod. "Just for the night."
"Of course," Garrick says, reaching beneath the counter for the key. "We've got a room available upstairs. Simple, but it's got a good bed, and you'll have a quiet night's rest." He hands me the key, its brass tag glinting in the lamplight.
"I appreciate it," I say, taking the key and offering the payment for the night's stay.
Garrick nods and slides the coins into a drawer. "Lily," he calls toward the back, "show our guest to his room."
A girl, no more than ten, with a head full of curly brown hair, appears from behind the counter, practically bouncing with energy. She beams up at me with bright blue eyes and waves excitedly. "Hi! I'm Lily! Follow me!"
I chuckle at her enthusiasm and follow her up the wooden staircase, the steps creaking softly under our feet.
Lily leads me down a narrow hallway, chattering the entire way. "You're an adventurer, aren't you? I've always wanted to meet one! Dad says I'm not old enough yet, but one day I'm going to be just like you and go on quests and everything!"
I smile at her determination. "You'll make a great adventurer one day," I tell her. "Just keep that excitement alive."
She beams at the compliment and comes to a stop at the last door in the hallway. "Here it is!" she says, opening the door and stepping aside for me. "If you need anything, just call me or Dad, okay?"
"Thanks, Lily," I say, ruffling her hair gently. "I appreciate it."
With a final wave, she darts back down the hall, her footsteps light and quick. I step into the room and close the door behind me.
The room is small but comfortable—a single bed with clean linens, a small wooden desk by the window, and a lamp casting a soft glow over everything. It's not much, but it's more than enough after a long day. I set my bag down by the bed and stretch my arms, feeling the weariness settle into my muscles.
Walking over to the window, I peer outside. The streets of Silverwood have quieted down even more, and the lanterns flicker softly in the distance, casting long shadows over the cobblestones. The peacefulness of the town is almost hypnotic, and for a moment, I lose myself in the stillness of the night.
Eventually, I pull away from the window and sit on the edge of the bed. My thoughts drift back to the events of the day. Each small step forward, each quest completed, brings me closer to my goal. But I know that the road ahead is long, and it will be filled with challenges far greater than today's.
With a sigh, I extinguish the lamp and lay down, the bed soft and inviting beneath me. As I close my eyes, the sounds of the lodge fade into the background, replaced by the steady rhythm of my own breathing. Tomorrow will bring new adventures, and I'll be ready for them.
For now, sleep claims me, and I let myself drift away into the darkness.