Aliases are alternative forms of a reference. They can include actual aliases for characters, nicknames, plural variations, gendered versions of some [Classes], and even typos.
Perhaps a lesser [Lord] or [Lady] or some of the more well-respected and higher-level [Knights] and [Guildmasters] and so on would have had to identify themselves to the guards at the gates. But not so for the occupants of this carriage. The owner was identifiable at a glance, mainly because of the striking appearance of the magical carriage, not to mention the carriage itself.
Adventurers were bound by more than just a varied interest in treasure. There were many small rules that varied between Adventurer’s Guilds, but a few common ones united adventurers universally. They were subject to the Guild’s authority and while that usually depended on the [Guildmaster] for enforcement, it also depended on the city they worked from.
Her hands shook as she fumbled for the right form. Ksmvr studied it. He dipped a quill in the inkpot as the woman fled towards the back. The [Guildmaster] wasn’t in today. She had to open the Guild’s vaults herself.
The Guildmaster had not. Guildmaster Okr, a Gnoll who was both [Mason] and [Guildmaster], gave the younger Gnoll a reproving glance—when she wasn’t looking. His voice was brisk.
The [Guildmaster]’s eyes popped, and all of the staff looked up at the sudden, familiar keywords. He hesitated—then motioned for someone to send a [Message] to Wistram now.
Xorne. Exotic to some, but a common enough name for a Stitch-man. He had been very good at his job, which was, among other things, noticing patterns. Making plans. He’d started in a Merchant’s Guild and moved up to running it. Oddly, he’d never become a [Guildmaster], because the management was more fun than rulership, if that made sense. More rewarding.
Ieka Imarris bit back a scathing comment as she snatched the report on the [Guildmaster]…which turned out to be little more than their name, a note saying they’d survived the Goblin Lord’s attack on Esthelm, and a guess at their level.
They pinged every [Innkeeper] and [Guildmaster] in a hundred miles. And the <Quest> ran further still, at the speed of gossip. Everyone in Izril heard about it within the hour.
“No…at least, not because of that. It is a strange thing. Every [Guildmaster] I speak to has heard of him. From the Merchant’s Guild to the Adventurer’s Guild, they are looking out for him or know of him. I hear the Guild of Scriveners especially is paying for news of him.”
“I’ve heard a flying carpet, Reizue’s Dream, is flying across Tiqr. And it might not even be four, Uncle. Wherever he goes, people are rising to follow him. Pomle’s warriors did not all go to Nerrhavia’s Fallen to fight and die. Plus, every [Innkeeper] and [Guildmaster] felt that quest.”
It had a limited premium on space thanks to the forty-foot walls that had been meant to keep out floodwaters, so you’d gotten stratification of incomes that led to different zones. For instance, the northwest was the nicer, ritzy, higher-income place where all the [Guildmasters] and more pleasant guilds worked.
