It was a Market Day filled with both hope and heartache in Evermoore in October of 1017 AoO. A long time menace responsible for literally hundreds of deaths and countless acts of emotional manipulation and abuse was captured through the heroic deeds of Tradesmen in Evermoore. Damn, a Cleric of the Comedy of the Damned was apprehended after over a decade at large. The Artisan known as Toil unfortunately continues to evade capture, and the Rogue known as Havok is also still at large after being seen briefly in the area early Saturday morning.
As news of Damn's capture spread through the Realm, so does a rumor with divine implications. Friday night of the Market Days, many Tradesmen in Evermoore discovered an entrance to what is known as the Shadows of the Mist. Inside they experienced (and were forced to participate in) the first heinous act committed by the Comedy of the Damned, the Dresden Massacre, where a theater was burned to the ground with it's patrons inside. The Theater of Dresden was filled with dignitaries from many nations, notable Loremasters of Guildhall, and their families. There were no survivors. But what they also experienced was the seed that would grow into Guildhall. An old Bards tale says that someone known only as The Black Knight found Lumina's tomb in the catacombs below the ruins of Evermoore near the end of the Age of Death. Lumina came to him and tasked him with nothing short of the formation of Guildhall. Those in the Shadows that night also heard this divine proclamation.
In the week after this auspicious Market Day, every being in the Realm who has ever sworn the Guildhall Oath hears the same proclamation in a dream. It's no longer a rumor. After 2,000 years, Lumina has spoken to the world again.
"Behold Ser Knight, for I am Lumina, Goddess of Light and Life, Lady of Evermoore, and Patron of the Beaconers. It is no accident that you have found your way to my tomb. My light has lead you here, as it has guided you all your life.
The Age of Death has ravaged this world, and it is time to begin anew. I charge you with a task, one that shall take all of your strength, courage, and leadership. You must found a League, one that shall bring about the order this world needs to survive. And no, it shall not be named for The Five. We are in the past, and it must be an organization of mortals and by mortals which takes the realm we created into the future. The scrolls of Lore buried beneath my tomb were salvaged and cached here by Beaconers for the day when you would come and bring them back into the light where they belong. There are many more in the world hidden away, and you and the others must find as many as you can to restore this Realm to an Age of Order.
Over the next 10 years Heroes from across the Realm will gather, and you must unite them under the noble dream of Love, Truth, Honor, and Eternal Fraternity. Form the League of Guilds, and when at last you are joined by Death, the institution will be complete.