The Hearth is Lit: Welcome to the Guild Hall
"The heavy iron-bound door swings shut..."
The Guild Artificer wipes sawdust from his hands, sets down his tools, and surveys the hall — new timbers in place, old parchments freshly inked, and something new bolted to the wall by the door. There's been plenty of hammering and scribbling in the workshop this past turn of
The Guild Artificer has been down in the workshop, and the wards are holding. Two-factor verification through email has now been forged, tested, and confirmed working across the board. When the Guild's wards sense a login from an unfamiliar device or from beyond a recognised territory, a sealed