Brainstorming

The rings of the city are seen as societal classes, the closer one lived to the traveler, the wealthier and more respected the citizen. The homes built in the inner walls are reserved for those with power or money, and are built of the finest marble, and the strongest and most precious of metals, whereas the outer reaches of the city, the slums, are given to the hungry, the sick, and the poor. These regions are a threshold of plague, disease... a safe haven for thievery and murder, this is where the majority of the so called 'prosperous' human race reside. The only hope one may have of ascending the classes is to be chosen by the traveler itself as a guardian of this great city, but the chances are slim, only those strong enough to contain the power the traveller offers can dream of becoming a defender of the remaining survivors of a once great civilization. Unfortunately, very few possess such strength, but some of those who do, volunteer their time to wander the outer rings of the city to aid those in desperate need. Elizabeth, a huntress, is one such character, she spends her time in the city at bar in the seventh ring called The Skull Kings Throne, offering food to those who desperately need it. She always wondered what the origin of the name might be, but when she asked the bartender, he answered "It is what is says, mam." which in no way slated her curiosity. So she often questions the many different persons she meets around the area, many only answer with the same cryptic line the bartender had first told her, but a few of the more inebriated sort told a tale of a great warrior, a king of thieves, and a guardian of the city. The people often summarized the story in a few short lines, "A criminal with a code, a hero built with the blood and mettle of the seventh ring. With the ancestral sword in hand may he release the fallen to the stars, and retrieve the most precious of treasures to share with his suffering people." To Elizabeth, it sounded like a story mothers would tell their children before bedtime. But it seemed more important to the people of the outer rings, almost sacred, like a prophecy. Almost everyone she spoke to of this 'Skull King' knew not only the story, but it seemed as if they were hiding something, a final line of the story they refuse to utter within range of her. Over the next few days her mind didn't stray from the skull king's story, repeating the lines over and over in her head. Even while under attack by hordes of vex on Venus, she was desperately trying to make sense of the occurrences that happened the day before. And when she returned to the city she immediately made her way to the seventh ring to interrogate the bartender, but to her surprise, when she walked through the entrance she was met by a large gathering of the citizens of the ring. But no one drank, no one fought, or even spoke, the only sound to be heard was someone plucking their stringed instrument on the far side of the room. So Elizabeth made her way through the thick crowd in search of the source of the music, with each step the harmonic melody grew louder, and more clear. When she pushed through the last few people, she was met by a man dressed in rags, with a hood concealing his face in shadows. He was playing an old guitar built before the golden age while he sat on an old rickety chair, a cutlass rested on his leg. The man looked up from the neck of his guitar but continued playing, he stared at Elizabeth while he was strumming and plucking his song, but spoke no words. The air grew thick, as the mans notes turned dark. Feeling uneasy, Elizabeth turned to leave, at that moment the man played a loud, sudden, and sour tone, which made her jump. The man abruptly stopped his song which in turn, made Elizabeth cease her journey to the door. A loud, gruff voice boomed from the shroud of his hood, "Elizabeth," she turned to face the man, who slowly removed his hood to reveal an Exo with a face that resembled a human skull, "I've been expecting you."