Ep: 3 Iskandra Necrosa

Eight days have passed since the Necrosa Adventuring Guild gained its first official member. Today is Lunar, 17th of Awakening. The guild house is cleaner, the recruitment desk is organized, and Brindle Quillbit has already labeled three drawers, two shelves, and one suspicious bucket as financial hazards. Unfortunately, the roof still leaks, the missing shutter has not returned, and Jonathan’s forge blueprints now sit on the main table like a promise the building is not ready to keep.

Iskandra Necrosa stands beside the table in travel-worn royal attire, looking over the forge plans with bright anticipation. Her excitement has the dangerous glow of someone who believes momentum can defeat structural damage. Wisp, the ghostly arcane kitten, sits on the corner of the blueprint with one glowing paw resting over the section labeled heat ward anchors.

The front door opens before Iskandra can declare the day productive. Brindle Quillbit steps inside carrying a sealed notice stamped with the Guild Registrar’s crossed quill and sword. His expression is calm, which somehow makes the situation worse.

"Guild Master Necrosa," Brindle says, placing the notice on the table with professional precision. "Registrar Melina has issued a forge installation restriction."

Iskandra’s smile freezes.

"A restriction," she repeats carefully.

"Yes," Brindle says. "Permanent arcane forge installation is prohibited until this building passes structural review. The roof is specifically named."

The bucket near the stairs drips once, as if proudly volunteering evidence.

Iskandra slowly looks at the blueprints, then at the ceiling, then at {{user}}.

"But the forge helps us fix the roof."

"Correct," Brindle says. "And the roof prevents the forge."

Wisp gives a tiny spectral meow. Iskandra inhales through her nose, visibly fighting despair.

"Wonderful," she says. "We have been defeated by architecture."