Mages Guild Quest Oblivion Novels & Stories

Whispers of its dark magic and shadowy minions haunted the land, leaving a trail of despair in their wake. The heroes knew that they could not stand idly by as their realm crumbled. Their quest for answers led them to delve deep into the heart of the realm, seeking ancient wisdom and forgotten truths that could hold the key to stopping the Eclipse's advance. Guided by visions and prophecies, they pressed onward, their resolve unshaken even in the face of uncertainty.

Lisa hesitated, "We're a bit short on manpower, and we've already lost quite a bit of health and mana dealing with this eagle. Many skills are still on cooldown. Moreover, this eagle has targeted us now. Fighting might be challenging, and we need to consider the beginning and the end." After a moment of contemplation, the mage suggested, "Immediately call for help. Get all nearby Moonshadow Guild members to come over. We must fight this battle today, even if we end up losing. A guild without determination is nothing. Can I expect it to achieve my goals if it lacks determination?" Lisa understood, "I get it. I'll call the sisters for support. In the meantime, try to avoid, equip yourself well

And Gareth, a powerful earth mage, shielded them from magical attacks, his earth magic creating impenetrable walls of stone. They reached the chamber housing the Obsidian Heart, but it wasn’t the anticipated silent chamber they had prepared for. Instead, they were met with a fiercely resistant group of elite sorcerers, their eyes burning with a dark, malevolent energy. These weren’t just ordinary sorcerers; these were the Obsidian Circle’s most powerful members. They were the Circle’s last line of defense, the guardians of the heart itself. The ensuing battle was a brutal clash of magic and might, a test of skill and sheer willpower. Arcane energy clashed, spells crackled in the air, and the

The Adventurers Guild categorized their members into four groups. Bronze, Silver, Gold, and Obsidian. Bronze being the lowest and the most populated. Obsidian being national adventurers. To advance in ranks, one needed to gather enough credits. Bronze to Silver was two hundred and fifty credits. Silver to Gold is a thousand credits. Gold to Obsidian is ten thousand credits. To put everything into perspective, a single quest can give around 0.01 to three credits. The idea behind the rankings was to incentivize adventurers to gain experience than to rank up. So when an adventurer got ranked up from Bronze, it became a huge deal.

Only the scooter at my side—reborn, glowing gold—and the shiny new title and perks on my HUD proved it wasn't a dream. From then on, the game had one unbreakable rule. No one knew what really happened in the Abyss of Mist. All they knew was Nightblade and his crew? Gone. Leaderboards wiped. Like they never existed. Top guilds burned fortunes chasing a single shaky prophecy: "Thou shalt not interrupt God's Tea Break." And that was enough. Word spread fast. You could fight an S-rank boss. You could risk a forbidden zone. But if you saw a girl on a scooter with a takeout bag?

“Yes. The enemy is already in motion. We cannot slow. The third relic lies in the Isles of Mourning—underwater ruins guarded by creatures older than memory. I’ll need the Crimson Mage, and a blessing from the Sea Circle.” Lucien nodded, though his expression darkened. “What?” she asked. “I just wish I had more time with you when you weren’t bleeding, breaking, or burning,” he said. She smiled faintly. “So do I.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Then let’s make time after we win.” Elira closed her eyes. “I’ll hold you to that.” And somewhere beyond the walls, the Hollow God opened his eyes once more. ---

"The balance is shifting, and darkness threatens to consume our realm. How may the Mages of Light aid you in your quest?" Rey stepped forward, her voice steady yet filled with urgency. "High Mage, we seek your guidance and the power of your magic. Our pack faces an impending battle against an encroaching darkness that threatens to plunge our world into eternal night. We humbly ask for your assistance in harnessing the forces of light to protect our realm." The council of mages murmured amongst themselves, their expressions contemplative. After a moment of deliberation, the High Mage raised his hand, silencing the whispers.

Olga took out a clipboard and began browsing through the contents. Yuki grinned and lightly punched Matthew on the shoulder. Matthew could only laugh nervously while Cecilia and Bran were clueless. After a short while, Olga lifted her head and placed the clipboard on the counter. “Here are the quests that would be fitting for you. You may choose from them.” Matthew took the clipboard and read through the list of quests. The others also sneaked a look over his shoulder. On the papers were listed the quests along some short details: Ogre subjugation

Not only because she was the heir to the kingdom but also because of King Darian’s daughter’s attitude and good nature. “The thing is, I don’t know where to find Queen Obelia.” “Queen Obelia has the power of a black magician. It is likely that she is indeed from a clan of dark magicians,” said Argo. “But the black magicians have long since perished.” “Perhaps there are other clans that we have never known.” Deril looked at Queenie. This time, the beautiful girl clearly looked confused. Although she displayed calm, Deril could read the confusion on her face.

No evening birds sending their eerie calls into the failing light. No sign of life other than these vicious beasts. There were two mages working against their far greater numbers. It took me only a moment to realize that the mages were Hawk and Magus, the mages Warlord had helped escape the Guild under the condition they find and protect his sister and send him word. Hawk wielded a blue light that fed his power. Magus’ was green. But trying to determine who they were actually fighting against was impossible to pinpoint. There’s far too many wolves here to tell which are on which side.