To the Hangman's pub

You think about your choices for a while before settling on going to see who this new guild is hiring out from a pub. A strange place to recruit new recruits from but you guess they could not really advertise being a dark guild otherwise the rune knights would be there in seconds. Still with the sun setting as you leave your house behind, locking the front door as you do before making your way towards "The Hangman's Last Stop".

A true dump of a place with an old dusty wooden front door, the paint peeling off the once bright white build and windows so fogged up with smoke that no outsider could look inside. Still as eager as you are to go in you find yourself hesitate to even touch the closed door of the pub as your right-hand freezes an inch from it.

Perhaps fear has crept up on you leaving you in this state or perhaps you just wanted to calm down before you went in to meet your future employer. Either way after a deep breath you enter the pub pushing the old door to see before you to see no one, not a soul inside. In fact, the only thing here is the old furniture of the bar including some tables, the counter and some dusty open cupboards behind the bar filled with bottles of old liquor.

'What the hell is going on here?' You think to yourself walking to the bar looking around the place before suddenly hearing the front door you just used shut on its own with a loud clunk.

"Shit" is all you can say before suddenly the outlines of people come into your view. You can't count how many there are but one of them speaks out, asking if you have come seeking to join a dark guild.

You answer quite fearfully that you have, explaining that you specialise in toy maker magic, making some of the dark outlines laugh except for one, who continues to speak to you in a ghostly tone of voice.

"Forgive my fellow dark mages, some of us still do not understand that all magic has the power to become great if not godly. However, I will not ask your name yet as before you, young toy maker, stand the heads of all currently recruiting dark guilds, seeking new mages of great power like yourself and, as such, we would like you to choose one of them. You'll find the list on the bar."

At first, you shake your head not believing that all of this is happening, but there, on the dusty old bar table, lies a rolled up piece of paper that, as you slowly unfold it, reveals a list of guild names to your eyes. Some, admittedly, are weird others sound quite intriguing, some even awesome. As you look over the list the spooky voice tells once you choose a guild the leader of the which will step forward and explain what their guild is about, their dreams, their hopes, their ambition for their members and, of course, what's in it for you.

"However, if you do not like the sound of that guild please do choose another." The spooky voice says, this time sounding colder than before. It goes on to warn you that if you do not pick a guild then they will kill you. For their guilds safety, of course.

Without meaning to, you gulp in fear, knowing you now -have- to choose a dark guild or die. You look down the list and choose...