The Adventurer's Guild. This powerhouse of an organization has been taking the world by storm for the past three decades now. Adventurers around the world gather in these places to obtain missions gaining all sorts of fame from citizens. It's the best chance for people to ask professionals for help.
Well, the best place for most requests. For there is one other organization that a person can send requests to. An organization that not everyone knows much about and the ones that do tend to keep their mouths shut. The place where much less valiance is displayed.
That place is the Infamy Guild. A darker twist on the ever popular adventurer's guild. A place where greed and malcontent thrive as the members of this guild would do anything for money and notoriety.
One group is exempt from this behavior, however. That group being the ever unknown Djinns. The group stands before a desk meeting with their main informant, a dark haired dyrad, and he does not look very happy. "I don't have anything for you."
"What do you mean? There has to be some sort of job that you can arrange for us." Karic pleaded with the man but to no avail. "Look, I think you're misunderstanding something about this organization, Karic." The man leaned close to Karic's face allowing the orc to fully see how annoyed he was.
"In this line of work, there are rarely jobs that are just available. You need to increase your notoriety ranking so that clients can send a request for your group. Otherwise, you're jobless. And in the two years that you've been part of the Infamy Guild you've barely grown in rank! How many jobs have you completed?" Karic smirked.
"The Djinns have completed hundreds of-"
"Stop including the petty thefts in your job completion list and tell me the real number." The dryad folded his arms impatiently. Karic shifted his eyes down gave the real number.
"Five. Well, actually four because the Night Dancers finished one of the jobs that we started because we couldn't." The informant nodded.
"Yeah, that's not enough for people to request you. Yet you refuse to let me recommend you to people and insist on taking anonymous jobs! Do you want to be broke or something?! Or even worse do you want ME to be broke!" Karic looked to his friends for support but he could tell that they were on the informants side.
"Alright. Maybe I let my wish to be the best anonymous group in the Infamy Guild get a bit out of control. It's probably time to hang up the old anonymous cloak and become notorious." Karic lamented.
"We had a nice run guys. But it's time for the Djinns to go public." The orc turned to the rest of his group expecting comfort. He clearly did not understand his partners well.
"FINALLY! We can stop eating all of that trash!" Leroy cheered.
"Thank goodness. I was afraid he was gonna say something stupid like we can't give up our dream or something." Narie sighed in relief.
"What do you even mean by our dream anyway?! My dream was to become the baddest goblin in the world! Not some unknown powerhouse!" Joanna scolded. At least Edmund wasn't also cheering. Though that was probably because he was asleep.
"Great. Then from this point forward I'll recommend you as the Djinns to clients. Now you shouldn't expect too many requests right away but I should be able to send some your way now."
The informant seemed pleased with Karic's decision. He wrote something down on a sheet of paper and passed it to one of the other workers.
"Wait? Don't we need like a creed or a slogan or something like that?" Karic questioned the man behind the desk. "Don't you already have one?" Karic's eyes squinted. "What do you mean?"
"THE DJINNS SHALL GRANT YOUR DARKEST WISHES EXACTLY AS ORDERED!" Karic jumped when his crew all shouted at the same time. "That's our creed? Since when?" The remaining Djinns shook their heads thoughtfully.
"You whisper it to yourself before every mission we do. Why wouldn't that be our creed?" Narie stated.
"You even named us the Djinns based on the old legend that we heard when we were younger. You seemed to be the only one that didn't know it."
Karic was at a loss for words. He had never noticed just how much his friends paid attention to him. "Thanks, guys. Why don't we go get some rest? We've earned it." The group nodded in agreement and turned to leave the Request Room.
"Didn't you lot fail your last request?" These words cut through the Djinns warming exit. Karic turned to the one that spoke. It was a tanned skinned human female. She had long dark gray hair and eyes of amethyst as she so claims. She had muscles to the same amount as Joanna. She approached the group with her arms folded.
'The energy that she's giving off feels so familiar. I can't think of from where though. Might just be my imagination.'
"Where did you hear such information, Leda?" The woman named Leda shrugged. "A professional never squeals. I just know that you failed to grab that merchant daughter right? Yet to so boldly claim that you deserve a rest. Maybe that's the real reason that your notoriety is so low."
Joanna stepped forward. "Well everyone and their mother knows your group Leda. Isn't that why you haven't been taking on any jobs recently?" Leda frowned at the goblin's provocation. Seemed that Joanna was dead on.
"That's temporary. I just need to fade for a while. I don't know why I even bothered talking to you, failures." Her words were cold and striking. She turned away and walked into the shadows of the guild hall.
"I can't stand that woman!" Mund grumbled. The rest of the group nodded in agreement. They had never been on good terms with the woman called Leda nor her ever infamous group, Chaos Remembrance. They were known for the violent aftermath of whatever job they accomplished. In a word, Chaos.
"We should get going. Never know when we'll get our next job after all." Narie extatically stated reminding the rest of the group of what just happened. The Djinns were finally going public.
They may despise her but the members of the group could not help but thank the girl that cause their mission to fail. The girl whose name they still had yet to obtain. The members celebrated amongst themselves in spite of Karic's sad disposition.
He just wanted to be ambiguous. Was that too much to ask for in the criminal world? Everyone else was out here glorifying people like the phantom thief of legend who always left a calling card after finishing a job. But not Karic. He like the truly skilled thieves. The ones that people have never heard and will never hear about because of how skilled they are.
"They just don't understand how cool my master was." The Djinns celebrated into the night. As happy as a criminal group expanding their business opportunities could be.