<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong><tt class="bbc_tt">The morning sun rose up on the city of Dawnport, a very on the nose named city as the docks in the lower quarters were the first to see the light of dawn. The city houses a good ten thousand residents spanning from Humans, dwarfs, elfs, gnomes, Halflings, half-orcs and even a few Drow that escaped the cruelty of their society.<br/><br/>The city had many possibilities for those looking for wealth and knowledge. To those that wished to protect the city from dangers there was the Griffon guardians. A militaristic order given responsibility by the council to foresee the Safety of Dawnport. Those seeking understanding and knowledge of the weave and mysteries would find themselves in the spire of seeking. A tower like building built underground and floors upon floors dedicated to a grand library chronicling the histories of Xandria which was the continent our adventures resided in. Another profession, more dangerous than any guardsman and more rewarding than any scholar finding a lost tome was the monster hunters. A guild of mercenaries who's mantra was to make coin by killing or removing creatures the city deemed a threat within or outside the city walls. The guild sat at the west of the city overlooking the cliffs which guild member would say proudly housed the best view the city had to offer. <br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/52/cf/bb/52cfbb23a81360a5f5700eb4c125f91c.jpg)<br/><br/>One such group, a man with a very exotic weapon, a woman who harnessed the power of another entity to get stronger, a woman capable of wielding magics through her mind and a woman with the blood from the nine hells devoted to healing were the newest of groups brought together from the guild. Their deeds alone, or together as a group brought the attention of the guild and offered them a place within their organisation.<br/><br/>The sun had set over the city and the spirit in the guild was as lively as ever. Every other night there seemed to be some kind of celebration and this time it was one of the higher tier groups coming back with the body of a umberhulk. Drinks ran freely and music played loudly as the group of four sat around their table enjoying the food and the drink the guild had offered before their hunt began in the morning.<br/><br/>(https://orig00.deviantart.net/fa22/f/2015/049/a/1/krodan_mess_hall_by_tyleredlinart-d8ijf98.jpg)</tt></strong></span></span></div>