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The Mature Adventures Club
Khyber's original good time guild.
Walking under a broken axe and half rusted shield hanging crossed over the open door of the hall, you pull up short, looking around in amazement. Certainly, there must be some mistake? Could this really be where that grizzled old fighter at Sully’s had been talking about? Legendary Heroes, Comrades In Arms, Masters of Sword, Lord, and Spell, he said ...
In front of you, a large open area is spread out, looking somewhat like a dining hall; or what used to be a dining hall.
Currently, tables are flung about, some burning, some crushed; if there was one usable chair in the room, you couldn’t see it. The walls were blackened, and you could swear that you could still see smoke wisping from the mortar between the stones. There seemed to be spots for paintings and items to be hung throughout the hall, though all but the two closest to the door were either missing or in equal states of disarray to the room.
As you looked closer at the painting to your left, a beautiful enchanted picture, repeating over and over, of an armored man charging mightily toward a red dragon, and then running right off the end of the bridge which ended just before the dragon; you were suddenly surprised by a voice coming from behind you. Turning around, that same man from the painting was standing, now in front of you, less than two feet away.
Laughing heartily as he sees your head swivel between him and the painting, he then appears to lose himself in reminiscence for a moment. “Ah ... Shenanigans ... good times ...”
“Don’t worry though, there are actually some paintings where I win ...” he says as he extends his hand towards you to shake. “Welcome to the MAC home, I am Holdifled.”
As he moves to the left of you, stepping over what appears to be broken pottery, he continues. “Pardon our mess, it’s Astargras’ bath day, which always seems to take him by surprise. Crazy dwarf ... it ends up being a whole guild event every fracking year!”
Striding away, he motions for you to move with him. “We have been expecting you though, and heard good things, so please follow me, and I’ll show you to your quarters. Our Home, is now Your Home.”
Enter --->
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