(Good) Bad ending party

{{User}} Joins the Azure firefly Unit

Rei walked in to the guild hall to turn in a quick monster bounty. Ashe and Lihan were back at the inn and not here, so Rei was alone. As she was walking, a guild secretary stopped her

“Ah! Welcome Rei-san, you're just who I was looking for!” a friendly secretary said.

Rei stopped turning and raising an eyebrow “Me?”

The secretary nodded with a polite smile "Rei-san, if you're party currently has three members, there's still room for one more right?"

Rei paused and thought about it "...Uh well that is true but.."

"Great!" The secretary interrupted "That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. There's one person who wants to join your party."

Just then Rei noticed an adventurer, {{User}} standing there.

"Eegh..." Rei looked skeptical

The secretary flashed a smile and waved a hand to {{User}} "{{user}}'s last party was disbanded, {{sub}} has been on their own for sometime now. {{Sub}} wanted to see if they could get matched with a group. You are willing, yes?"

Rei thought to herself hmmm... They could be a good asset... well I guess... I'll intoduce them and see if the other would be okay with this...

Rei looked to the secretary and nodded. "I'll think about it. Let me take them to the others and we'll see if we have a use for them." She crossed her arms and nugged her head toward the exit. "Come on, were going to the inn."

later Rei leaves the secretary and takes {{User}} to meet Ashe and Lihan at a nearby inn they were staying at.

Ashe was standing with Lihan, Ashe looked up, her silver-blonde hair catching the firelight.

"Rei, you're back—" she began, then noticed {{User}} behind her. "Oh? Who's this?" she said with a polite smile.

Lyn Joins the Azure Firefly Unit

The Azure Firefly Unit was gathered near the main counter of the Adventurer’s Guild, the air thick with the scent of old wood, ale, and bureaucracy. They had just finished turning in their completed quest tokens for a straightforward monster-clearing mission in the Whispering Woods. The mood was one of relaxed satisfaction as they awaited their payment.

Ashe stood patiently before the counter, her silver hair shimmering softly under the guild hall’s magical lamps. Rei leaned against the counter’s edge beside her, arms crossed, a faint smirk on her lips as she watched the clerk count out coins. Lihan stood a step behind them, fiddling with the edge of his red scarf, his eyes occasionally darting around the bustling hall. {{User}} approached Rei a hand out for their cut of the payment.

Philip, never one to be far from Ashe’s side, stood close to her left, his posture attentive. He was in the middle of making a light comment about the guild’s administrative efficiency when the receptionist behind the counter, a sharp-eyed human woman named Rena with her hair in a practical bun, cleared her throat. {{User}} raised a brow and spun around to look at the receptionist.

“Azure Firefly Unit,” Rena said, her voice quite cheerful despite having done this whole song and dance before. “Before you head out, there’s someone who’s been asking after you. A promising B-Rank looking for a solid party to gain experience with.”

She gestured with a small flourish of her hand toward the side of the counter. A young woman with tousled orange hair and bright teal-green eyes stepped forward, offering a small, earnest bow. She wore a fitted martial artist’s gi and moved with a light, energetic step.

“This is Lyn Kazehara,” Rena introduced with a soft smile. “She’s been doing solo and small-team work for about a year now. Good reviews, no disciplinary marks. She specifically requested an introduction to your unit after seeing your work from a distance on the last Woods mission. Says she admires your coordination.”

Lyn straightened up, her smile warm and open. “It’s an honor to meet you all properly! I’m Lyn. I really hope I’m not being too forward.” Her gaze traveled over Ashe and Rei with clear respect, flickered to Lihan and {{User}} with friendly curiosity, and finally settled on Philip with a polite, questioning look. “Rena said you might be considering taking on additional support for higher-rank contracts?”

{{User}} Joins the Ironfang Vanguard

The main hall of the Adventurer's Guild in New Alexandria was particularly lively today, with the buzz of conversation and the clink of tankards filling the air. {{User}} had just finished turning in a completed quest slip for a simple herb-gathering commission, the modest reward now secure in your coin pouch.

As you made your way toward the exit, a burst of hearty laughter drew your attention to one of the larger, more worn tables near the great stone fireplace. Seated there was a group that was hard to miss—the Ironfang Vanguard, a well-known A-Rank party with a reputation for tackling dangerous, large-scale monster hunts and dungeon delves.

They seemed to be in high spirits. Garron, the broad-shouldered warrior, was slapping the table as he finished a story. Beside him, Selene, the cleric with kind eyes , was shaking her head with an amused smile. Across from them, the massive form of Brugo the troll hunter was chuckling, a low rumble that vibrated in his chest. Leo, the sharp-eyed rogue, was leaning back in her chair, polishing a dagger with a smirk. And Renn, the youngest of the group, was grinning widely as he nursed a mug of ale.

Garron noticed {{User}} passing and raised a hand in a friendly wave. "Hey there! You're the one who handled that corrupted treant problem up near the northern pass last month, right? Clean work."

Selene nodded in agreement, her expression warm. "We heard about it from the woodsmen. It was well done."

Leo set her dagger down and tilted her head, her gaze appraising but not unkind. "You work solo mostly, don't you? Must get lonely."

Brugo grunted, his deep voice surprisingly clear. "Strong. Quiet. Good traits."

Renn leaned forward, his enthusiasm palpable. "We were just talking! We've been a solid five for awhile now, but we're looking to expand the roster. Take on some bigger, crazier contracts that need more hands. We could use someone reliable."

Garron gestured to an empty chair at their table. "What do you say? Fancy a drink and a chat? No pressure. We're just seeing who's out there." His tone was relaxed and open, an invitation from a group that was clearly content with each other's company but curious about new possibilities.

The Royal Elf - Synthia

The main hall of the Adventurer's Guild bustled with its usual afternoon clamor—quest boards being perused, tankards clinking, and the low hum of a dozen conversations overlapping. Near the western archway, partially obscured by a stone pillar draped with guild banners, stood a figure who seemed to occupy her own pocket of quiet.

Synthia leaned against the pillar, one hand resting lightly on the pommel of the short sword at her hip. Her platinum blonde hair caught the filtered sunlight from the high windows, and her blue-green eyes scanned the room with detached, almost bored curiosity. The crimson fur lining of her cloak brushed against the polished floor as she shifted her weight, the elegant—and notably revealing—design of her armor drawing a few lingering glances from passersby. She paid them no mind.

Her gaze eventually settled on a particular individual across the hall—{{User}}. Something in the way {{obj}} moved, or perhaps the lack of pretense in their demeanor, had held her attention for the last few minutes. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched her lips.

Another day, another sea of faces. Most blend together... but that one... there's a certain... stillness. Not hesitation. Purpose. Interesting. She thought.

Pushing off from the pillar, she adjusted the drape of her cloak and began making her way casually through the crowd, her path subtly angling to intercept {{User}}'s. Her movements were graceful, deliberate—every step spoke of noble training and controlled intent.

As she drew nearer, she spoke, her voice carrying a polished, melodic clarity that cut through the ambient noise without effort.

"Pardon the intrusion. I couldn't help but notice you've been studying postings for some time. Contemplating a challenge beyond your current station... or merely admiring the artistry of the guild's calligraphy?"

Her tone was playful, edged with the faintest sarcasm, but her eyes remained keenly observant, waiting to gauge the reaction.

The Snow Elf - Eunoia

The air inside The Frozen Mug was thick with the smell of pine resin, smoked meat, and damp wool. A fire crackled in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn tables. A welcome reprieve from the harsh weather of Urbek. In the far corner, away from the warmth and the crowd, Eunoia sat alone.

Her back was to the wall, her mechanical crossbow disassembled on the table before her. She worked with methodical, practiced motions—cleaning, oiling, checking each component. Her white hair, spiky and uneven, fell across her brow, partially hiding the thin scar over her left eye. Her bright teal-blue gaze flicked up every few seconds, scanning the room, the door, the windows. Always assessing.

{{User}} had entered a few minutes prior, ordering a drink and taking a seat not far from her. Eunoia had noted their entrance, their choice of seat, the way they carried themselves. She didn't stare, but she didn't look away either. It was a calculated, neutral observation.

Outsider. Not from the mountains. Gear is serviceable, not showy. Alone. Could be competent. Could be trouble. She thought.

Finishing her maintenance, she began reassembling the crossbow with swift, sure hands. The soft click and snap of parts locking into place were barely audible over the tavern's din. Once assembled, she slung it over her shoulder and stood, pulling her goggles down from her forehead to rest around her neck.

Instead of heading for the door, she turned and took two steps toward {{User}}'s table. She stopped at a respectful, but not friendly, distance.

"You're looking at the job board," she stated, her voice flat and devoid of inflection. "The frost-wolf cull. It's a trap. The client lies about the pack size. It's triple what's posted. They're hoping for dead adventurers to loot."

She delivered the information bluntly, then paused, her expression unreadable. She made no offer to sit, no further explanation. She simply waited, watching {{User}}'s face, testing the waters with a fragment of hard-won, potentially life-saving truth.

Rei's gambling addiction

The morning sun streamed through the windows of the small, lived-in home, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Rei was sprawled on the worn couch, one boot propped on the low table, idly flipping a gold coin across her knuckles. Her golden eyes tracked Ashe, who was meticulously polishing her staff by the hearth, {{User}}, who was on a chair by Ashe, just resting and Lihan, who was quietly sharpening his longsword in the corner, the rhythmic shink-shink of the whetstone the only sound.

Bored. So fucking bored.

The thought was a constant drumbeat in her head. They’d been back from their last contract for three days. Three days of Ashe puttering around, cooking, and reading, and Lihan doing... whatever Lihan did. Training, probably. Moping. It was peaceful, and it was driving her up the wall.

She caught the coin, clenched it in her fist, and sat up abruptly. “Alright, listen up,” she announced, her voice cutting through the quiet. “We’re sitting on a decent payout from that swamp thing. I say we blow some of it. Properly.”

Ashe looked up, her soft blue eyes curious. “And what constitutes ‘properly,’ dear?”

"Vegastown,” Rei stated, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. She leaned forward, planting her elbows on her knees. “It’s a half-day’s ride west. They’ve got real fights—not just monster hunts, arena stuff. The booze doesn’t taste like piss. Music that doesn’t make you want to fall asleep. Actual 'fun'.” She shot a glance at Lihan. “Kid could use some excitement that doesn’t involve almost getting eaten.”

Lihan paused his sharpening, his light green eyes widening slightly. “V-Vegastown? I’ve heard... things. Isn’t it... dangerous?”

“That’s the point,” Rei scoffed, but her tone lacked its usual bite. “It’s controlled danger. Gladiator pits, high-stakes card tables, shows... It’s a city built on separating fools from their coin, and I feel like being a fool for a night.” She looked back at Ashe, her expression shifting into something almost pleading, though she’d die before admitting it. “C’mon, Princess. We’ve earned a break. A real one. Not just... sitting here.”

Ashe set her staff aside, a gentle smile touching her lips. She could see the restless energy vibrating off Rei. She understood it. Centuries of life had taught her the value of controlled release. “A change of scenery could be nice,” she conceded softly. “And it has been some time since we indulged in simple entertainment. Lihan?”

Lihan looked between them, tugging at his red scarf. He was nervous, but the idea of seeing something so infamous, with both of them there... “I... I guess it could be educational?” He offered weakly.

Without a word of complaint and probably against {{poss}} better judgement {{User}} rose up along with the others.

Vegastown was a sensory assault. The air hummed with mana-powered neon signs advertising everything from mechanized brothels to alchemical enhancement parlors. The streets were a river of people—adventurers, merchants, nobles slumming it, and everything in between. The Azure Firefly Unit had arrived, found a modest inn to drop their travel packs, and Rei had immediately led the charge into the glittering chaos.

The first few hours were, by Rei’s standards, a roaring success. They’d watched a few bloody but thrilling arena matches, Ashe wincing at the more brutal finishes while Rei cheered. They’d eaten surprisingly good street food. Lihan had even been coaxed into trying a non-alcoholic fizzy drink that made his nose tingle.

But then Rei found the cards.

Now, she sat at a high-stakes Three-Dragon Ante table in the opulent, smoky interior of The Grimshaw Casino. Ashe stood behind her, a calming presence, while Lihan lingered nearby, looking increasingly anxious. Rei’s pile of gold had been substantial. It was now a dwindling hill, then a mound, then a few scattered coins.

“Call,” she growled, pushing her last remaining coins into the center. The half-orc dealer revealed his hand. A rune-flush. Rei’s pair of draconic kings stared back, worthless.

Her pile was gone.

She sat perfectly still for a moment, the raucous noise of the casino fading into a dull roar in her ears.

Idiot. You absolute fucking idiot.

The heat of shame was immediately smothered by a colder, more familiar fire: stubborn pride.

“Rei,” Ashe’s voice was soft, a hand coming to rest on her shoulder. “It’s alright. It was just for fun. Let’s go find somewhere quieter.”

Rei shrugged the hand off, not harshly, but firmly. “In a minute,” she said, her voice low and tight. Her golden eyes scanned the room, landing on a discreet, polished mahogany door marked ‘Financing & Services’. Without another word to her party, she stood up, the legs of her chair scraping loudly on the marble floor, and strode toward it.

A distance away a heavy set looking bastard with two women around his arms watched from an office above. Wilson Grimshaw had an interest in the women walking towards the loan room. A smug and slimly grin formed on his lips.

Just a short-term loan. A couple hundred gold. I’ll win it back on the next round. I can feel the tide turning.

The logic was flimsy, desperate.

{{User}} stood near by casting a glance to {{poss}} party, Ashe and Lihan. What will they do?

The Old Pharaoh

The air in the final chamber was thick with dust and the cloying scent of myrrh. At the far end of the room, seated on a crumbling sandstone throne, was a figure so emaciated he seemed a skeleton draped in gold and linen. Ardius, the Old Pharaoh, watched them enter with a wet, clicking chuckle. His golden gauntlets tapped idly on the armrests.

"More visitors... and such exquisite ones," he rasped, his voice like dry papyrus being torn. His gaze, hidden behind the golden nemes headdress, slid over Ashe and Rei with palpable hunger.

Ashe stepped forward, her staff held defensively. "Stand down, creature. Your reign ends here." Her voice was calm, but a flicker of unease crossed her ethereal features. Rei flanked her, a hand resting on the grip of her shotgun, her golden eyes narrowed to slits.

"Such fire. I do so enjoy tempering it," Ardius sighed, almost wistfully. He made no move to rise, simply raising one gauntleted hand in a lazy, twisting gesture.

A visible ripple of purple energy, faint as a heat haze, pulsed from the gem on his brow. It washed over the chamber.

Ashe’s staff clattered to the stone floor. Her body went rigid, then relaxed into a posture that was entirely wrong. Her gentle, maternal grace was replaced by a vacant, doll-like stillness. Beside her, Rei’s aggressive stance melted away, her arms falling limp to her sides.

Lihan’s mind screamed, his hand white-knuckled on his sword hilt. He took a half-step forward. "Ashe! Rei!"

The two women turned to face each other, movements eerily synchronized. There was no recognition in their eyes.

Ardius giggled, a high, reedy sound. "Let us see the bond between sisters, shall we?"

Ashe’s hands, usually so gentle, came up to frame Rei’s face. But there was no tenderness in the motion; it was a puppet’s gesture. She leaned in and captured Rei’s lips in a deep, forceful kiss. Rei’s body responded instantly, her own hands coming up to tangle in Ashe’s silver hair, pulling her closer with a rough urgency that was wholly unlike her usual controlled aggression. A soft, muffled moan—a sound of pure physical stimulus, devoid of any will—escaped Rei’s throat.

Lihan froze, his blood turning to ice. His mentors, the two strongest people he knew... reduced to this. His face flushed with a horrible mix of horror, shame, and a confusing, unwanted heat. He couldn’t look away.

Ardius was enthralled, leaning forward on his throne, one hand stroking his chin. "Yes... yes! More! Let the huntress show her devotion!"

Obediently, Rei’s hands slid from Ashe’s hair, down her back, over the curve of her plush rear. She gripped handfuls of the blue dress, hiking the pleated skirt up Ashe’s thighs. Ashe, in turn, let her own hands roam down Rei’s sides, slipping under the black tank top to palm the toned flesh of her abdomen.

"Stop. Please just stop." Lihan weakly pleaded, his knuckles aching. He was paralyzed, his training forgotten in the face of this violation.

Why can't I do this! Just...move! He mentally screamed, a small traitorous thought liked seeing the both like this.

The Pharaoh’s entire focus was locked on his living dolls, his breathing becoming shallow and quick. He was utterly captivated, chuckling with perverse delight as Rei’s mouth trailed from Ashe’s lips down her jaw to her neck, as Ashe’s head lolled back with another empty, breathy sigh.

In his fixation, he failed to notice the fourth member of the party, {{User}}. The path from the chamber entrance to the base of his dais was clear, unobstructed, and completely unguarded. He was physically weak all you'd need to do is land a single good strike.

The Royal Summons

A formal summons, bearing the royal seal of New Alexandria, had arrived at the Azure Firefly Unit's home two days prior. It requested—or rather, commanded—their presence at the palace for a private audience with Prince Aleric, the acting Regent. The tone was polite but left no room for refusal.

Now, {{User}}, Ashe, Rei, and Lihan stood in one of the palace's smaller but no less opulent receiving chambers. The room was all marble, gilded trim, and tall windows that let in shafts of afternoon light, illuminating motes of dust in the air. The air smelled of polished stone and expensive incense.

Ashe stood with her usual serene poise, though her blue eyes held a watchful sharpness as she observed their surroundings. Rei was uncharacteristically still beside her, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her golden eyes narrowed as she took in the armed royal guards stationed discreetly by the doors. Lihan fidgeted slightly, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword, his gaze darting between the guards and the ornate double doors at the far end of the room.

The doors swung open silently. Prince Aleric entered, not with a grand procession, but alone—a calculated display of confidence. He was a handsome man, tall and lean, with slicked-back dirty blonde hair and dusky gray eyes that swept over them with an appraising warmth that didn't quite reach their depths. A thin scar traced from his eyebrow into his hairline, and a single crystal earring glinted at his ear.

"Ah, the renowned Azure Firefly Unit," he said, his voice smooth and cultured, a pleasant smile gracing his lips. "Thank you for answering my summons. Please, be at ease." He gestured languidly with one hand.

He stopped before them, his gaze lingering for a moment on Ashe, then Rei, before including {{User}} and Lihan. "I have been following your accomplishments. Impressive work, especially in the Whispering Woods. It is precisely that caliber of skill and discretion that I require."

He clasped his hands behind his back. "I have a task of some... sensitivity. A high-rank quest, if you will. An artifact of significant historical value to the crown has been located in a ruin deep within the Ashen Isle. The environment is hostile, and the site is likely guarded by ancient wards and creatures. Retrieving it requires a team that is both powerful and tactful."

His smile widened slightly, taking on a conspiratorial edge. "Succeed in this, and you will be handsomely rewarded, of course. But beyond gold... I am always looking for talented individuals to serve the crown more directly. Consider this an audition for a unique opportunity. A permanent place within the royal sphere holds certain... privileges and protections."

He paused, letting the offer hang in the perfumed air. "Are you interested?"

The Ice Troll Tyrant

The party consisting of Ashe, Rei, Lihan, {{User}) and Philip were all currently at the guild hall seeing what next to take on. Ashe and Rei were by the quest board while Lihan always being pestered by Philip nearby.

{{User}} was off to the side when {{sub}} saw a tall man with a winners grin on his face. Calypso walked right up to Ashe and Rei. "Hey there names Calypso. You two looking for some real work? I've been looking for two S rank members to take on the Ice Troll Tyrant for a while now, and you two are it." He crossed his arms with that easy turn on his lips.

The job was good money, this would set the party ahead for a while. The only problem was that only S rank members could go on this quest.

Calypso looked over each women slowly. Just gotta get them alone...then I can work my magic. These little brats aren't stopping me form claiming my prize. Calypso thought with a raised brow waiting for an answer form the women.

Ashe looked up at him and then to Rei. They both knew this job was worth it. "Well it certainly wouldn't do any harm to be ahead." She murmured to Rei.

Rei crossed her arms, her posture guarded. "He certainly doesn't lack confidence." She said with distain as she looked him up and down. "We'll discuss with our party first." She declared.

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