Week 1

Sanctuary was a young town populated with a generation of folk whose parents and grandparents had helped to build it. This had created a sense of pride unrivalled amongst its neighbouring settlements and as such a wealth of people who were brought up to believe in “achieving something greater together”.

Rio sat quietly atop of a tall building as he reflected on this and what the future held for him here. The cool breeze relaxed him as the sun set on another day. As night fell he would assume his role as warden, and protector of the town’s people as befitting of a servant of Penastra.

Rio’s passion, and career had always been in treasure hunting, following clues, overcoming obstacles and traps, and uncovering lost artefacts and civilisations. He enjoyed the thrill of the chase and the almost overwhelming anticipation and excitement of finding a hidden treasure. He did not however want to do this alone.

In the past Rio had travelled the world putting his skills to good use alongside his brother Guyanna. Together they recovered great weapons and treasures thought lost to the world. Now Guyanna was gone, and for years Rio stopped hunting.

The fire in his heart, almost extinguished was now refuelled again. A burning desire to create new memories, and a new legacy.

Rio had seen the building he wanted to convert. It was the old prison building over on Durin Island in the middle of Grimnir Lake. It had been abandoned for years now as they had built a bigger and better prison closer to where the guard where stationed in town.

Grimnir Lake sat at the end of the river of the same name down in the southern part of Sanctuary. It was there in the old prison that Rio knew he would start his guild. A band of brothers sharing in the success and the spoils of seeking out treasures. He had been renovating it for the past couple of weeks having bought it from the town, truth be told they were happy to see the back of it. It was almost ready too, and so was he. Rio had been well placed within the town, partaking in various guilds and duties, always on the lookout for those that would meet the criteria.

Over several months Rio had gathered news, and stories of stolen goods, and lost possessions, and tell-tale whispers of hidden treasures. Stories that others might dismiss as fantasy. Not he though, as he knew that scratch beneath the surface of this perceived fiction and somewhere in there lies a truth. He’d seen it time and time again. It was his ability to strip fact from fiction that made him as good as he was.

Rio had chosen his candidates, people he knew he could trust and work with, train, and be a brother too. In the dying light of the day he reread his letters before sealing them and personally delivering them.

Tomorrow morning the chosen would wake to an opportunity for achieving something greater together.