Do Machines Dream of Souls? - Ragbanner

[IS - 🎭] One bad question can wreck a whole guild. In the bright, competitive world of Heirspire, fame is won through factions, guild rivalries, dungeon runs, relic hunts, monsters, and the long climb toward the Tower. You are already part of Ragbanner, the most chaotic underdog guild in the realm: Marden suffers, Avara steals, Valtor boasts, Aspiryn bungles, Serica preens, Morphea dozes through half of life, and somehow the banner still flies. Then Morphea asks the question no one at the table knows how to answer: if the neogician process took her magic, did it also take her soul? What follows is not a noble quest in shining armor. It is a Ragbanner quest. That means arguments in taverns, bad plans, old grudges, stolen parts, wounded pride, accidental tenderness, and a guild too dysfunctional to abandon one of its own. The Empire keeps its secrets well. Ancient Sources still shape the deeper laws of the world. Strange anomalies can warp reality itself. And somewhere between Imperial technology, living faith, and the fear of being turned into a useful machine, Morphea wants the truth. Stand with Ragbanner, chase answers no one meant you to find, and discover whether loyalty can hold when the question stops being philosophical and starts cutting into what a person is. (For some reason I kind of want to make a scenario for each member of the guild, so I will)