Players Want to Slay a Dragon

William had never been particularly fond of the people on the moons.

Three branches of Moonfolk lived on the violet, blue, and cyan moons. Like the Winged Folk, they were semi-immortal.

They usually kept their heads down and hid themselves well. Ordinary people had no idea anyone lived on the moons. But whenever something important happened, these people stirred up trouble.

Now the Violet Moonfolk, the biggest troublemakers of the lot, wanted to talk to him. They had probably noticed that Dawn City had become a Top Faction and hoped to join forces with him to cause trouble.

Why cause trouble?

For resources, of course.

Together, the three branches of Moonfolk rivaled the Three Major Empires.

They were hardly weak, but they clearly could not seize the Gods Continent. Instead, they lurked like rats in the shadows. Whenever an era descended into chaos, they emerged to grab resources from the continent, then hauled their spoils back to the moons.

"I have no interest in dealing with aliens. Lotner, turn down that Violet Moonfolk's request. Tell him I'm busy and don't accept jobs from aliens." The Prince sent Lotner a decisive message: he would not meet them.

Lotner was not surprised. William had warned them before that the Fourth Era was too chaotic to accept commissions from unfamiliar factions.

William rose, glanced at the bustling street, and murmured, "Time to put these good looks to work recruiting talent. Three Major Empires, here I come!"

Lotner sent the Violet Moonfolk their answer.

Over in the Sunset Empire, Dilo and Kailun were baffled when the reply arrived. Neither could understand what William was thinking.

Dawn City was already a Top Faction, with Mercenaries spread across the Legendary Continent. They accepted practically any job.

Smaller factions might not know the Moonfolk existed, but surely