Guardian core (Book 1 of: potentially many)

A god?

Guild office, four months after Yorick began building his dungeon, 673 A.H.P.(After human pacification)

The woman leading the guild was a large, powerful cyclopes, and her green eye was red around the edges, with the skin under it deeply dark from late nights. Ever since that team of adventurers had come in and explained that new dungeon to her, she'd been... stressed was a mild way to put it.

The appearance of a celestial claiming to be a forgotten goddess, with power that seemed to back up the claim, and a seemingly friendly dungeon core that had been claimed by an adventurer... Her day had been immediately in the dumps. She'd spent the rest of the week refusing all requests to go to the dungeon. Now, though, paperwork was building up, and people were finally beginning to take regular jobs again. Now that that was true, she began looking over the few teams she felt actually had a chance if they went.

Thankfully, each one had a priest or cleric on their team. The three were ridiculously different other than the, though, and each one was foolish enough yet experienced enough that they might be able to make it.

Team one had three rogues and a cleric of Cuth'Duna, which consisted of two Elves, a Halfling, and Beastkin. The second group contain a paladin Centaur, a berserker-warrior Kobold, a Tibbit cleric of Ashera, and a Minotaur priest of Duur'Gareth. The third group consisted of a Kobold assassin, a Kitsune cleric of Nigen'Sei, an Elvish druid, and a Beastkin bard.

All three were considered silver moon adventurers. That was another headache to keep track of- how many missions a person went on, and how difficult they were added to an 'experience' counter in the guild. The more experienced they were, the higher their celestial rating was- earth, then stars, then moon, then sun. Solar adventurers were extremely rare, though. The other measure was the metal types- starting with stone, then copper, then brass, then iron, bronze, steel, fools gold, quicksilver, silver, gold, true silver, dragon's gold, Adamantium, Titanium, and Orichalcum. Each one told of a team or individual's ability, and the team's rating was an average of its members ratings.

Of course, as a matter of fact, only humans had ever reached anything higher than true silver, and Orichalcum had only been held once. That man was long dead, and left her to deal with the issue of people trying to steal his plate. The gods created the plates in order to give adventurers a sign to be identified with. Of course, as things went, the more expensive the plate, the more magic was held within. The plates stored their owners essence and- as legend went- the Orichalcum plate could restore it's owner to life if broken.

Of course, people who didn't understand how the plates worked- which meant almost everyone in the world who wasn't part of adventuring management- wanted the chance at being resurrected and wanted to steal it to obtain that chance. The amount of gold that the guild made that went onto paying for the things security was obscene...

Honestly, she was hoping that this 'Fae wild' place that Valentine had mentioned was real so she could break the plate and tell him the most dangerous and exciting adventure he'd ever face was in the Fae-wilds, and then they'd be rid of his plate for good. It'd free up so many funds that they'd be able to handle most of the guilds finances with room to spare. The number of healing temples they could set up in a year alone...

Still, she had more pressing matters to attend too. Mainly who the next group of adventurers she sent would be. Val's group had each reached fools-gold star rank. An awkward rank, but not the worst. With time for the dungeon to reform, she'd figured that this mission would be a subjugation mission meant to kill off the monsters, so she needed the best fighters she could manage. The most likely to be successful.

It had been days and she was desperate for sleep, so she wrote out a quest for them- whichever group could complete one dungeon from each member's homeland first would win the right to go- four dungeons for each team. She went downstairs and posted the challenge on the board, with each team named, and then got the largest mug of Dwarfish ale she could before chugging it and going upstairs to pass out in her office for the first hopefully decent rest she'd had in a week.