The word was starting to get around. A new band of Monster Hunters was forming up. Some said it was a new group of suicidal idiots. Others said it was the way to go, if you were lucky enough to have the skills to make it happen. But these mixed feelings left Scarlet, the founder of this new 'guild' with a line of people, all signing up to join her crew. She promised honor, glory, riches, fame, power! Problem being, this was attracting every fisherman, farmhand, and boot shiner in the entire Imperium. She sighed to herself, head resting on her fist as she would idly wave her hand to each person who approached, giving the same line over and over again. 

[color=ed1c24]"Sign the information on the charter and I'll get back to you with more information when it's available."[/color]

She really wasn't enjoying this, sitting in the central park of the Imperium and watching as one person after another signed away. Where were the knights, the soldiers, and Elven rangers and Dwarven cannoneers? Where were the people who could actually bring some worth to her crew? She needed something more than this... she wasn't going to do all the work herself while these nobodies cowered at the very sight of the first monster they found themselves facing. She needed a group who could have her back as much as she had theirs. A proper crew, a proper bunch of hunters. 

But had anyone worthwhile even answered the call?