Anthro World: Fantasy Generators gone mad

Fortune works alone.

She's young and foolish, set in a fantasy world. The guild of thieves love her, for the most part. She is a member who never betrays the guild.

She came home to the safehouse in an unknown city to find the grandmaster waiting for her.

She asked him what he wanted, he replied with words of sorrow. He had received a letter from an old friend. His friend had once travelled with him, decades ago, on a quest to the Labrynth of Air. While in there, they had left the other 8 members of the party for dead and fled with nothing but the Hasteblade, a weapon of agility.

The Guildmaster told her how he had lost contact with his friend for over 50 years, and that his friend had become a powerful Mage. His friend had become a Willoweye, a powerful spectre who ruled over the spirits of the Lightwist who populated the Labrynth. The friend had challenged him to a battle, as he now wielded the only weapon missing in his arsenal… Hasteblade.

The Guldmaster drew the Hasteblade and handed it to her, begging her to become his champion and slay the Willoweye. Fortune grabbed the blade and promised him that she would.

She set off the next day at sunrise, telling the local fence to send a letter to her family should she not return within the month. Armed with nothing but the shortsword, a small number of provisions and her wit… She began her journey.

For weeks she travelled about, entering towns and pickpocketing items for profit and information. She found out that the Labrynth was not as far away as she thought. She kept to the road for the most part, a thief in plain sight.

After a week and a half, she found it. The Labrynth entrance. It was a door in the side of the mountain, a small and thin door that would have forced lesser anthros to duck and walk single file… Yet her size turned to an advantage.

She was confronted by the guardian of the Labrynth, Murkdusk. Murkdusk was a Blackshade, like a figure draped in a dark cloak. His mere presence began to suck Fortune's life essence from her body. Yet she drew her blade and used its speed augmentation to dodge the dark claws and black tendrils he summoned.

As Fortune stabbed the beast, it gave a chuckle. The aura around him faded to reveal a smiling anthro face back at her. Murkdusk admitted to his defeat and looked upon the blade, asking if she was the champion to face the master. After Fortune confirmed that she was, he took off his cloak and put it around her to hide her presence from the Lightwist guards.

She thanked him and entered the Maze.

She found it hard to navigate through the maze, not knowing where her destination was or where she was going. Only a faint light from the walls guided her path. Twice she almost fell down pitfalls.

Lightwist were everywhere in the maze, small creatures that glowed a bright yellow, much unlike the blue colour from the walls. She avoided their sights as best she could, yet she could tell they were looking for her.

After what seemed like weeks in the Maze, in which Fortune had settled down for a nap only thrice, she reached the temple in the centre.

The temple was a giant hall, a giant mead hall fit for kings of kings. In the very centre of this golden palace was the Mystic Pits, a void with the powers of the demons themselves. Floating atop it was a glowing black figure, draining power from the void itself as the excess seeped into the halls.

The dark mist and shining orbs that were the Lightwist filled up the halls as Fortune stepped in, looking at this figure.

The figure asked Fortune, thinking she was Murkdusk, why she was here and not guarding the entrance. Fortune threw off the cloak and drew her blade, revealing herself to be the Guildmaster's Champion.

The Lightwist began to charge her but were stopped by the Willoweye figure. His great power stopping them in their tracks. He rose his staff and accepted her challenge.

He fought with the powers of demons, pillars of fire and ice rising all around as he manipulated the world around them. The golden walls were ripped apart and gravity distorted under his command, trying to take down this foxy thief.

She leapt from rubble to rubble, using the Hasteblade to add speed to her own. She avoided the obstacles and used them to get ever closer to her floating mark.

She lunged many times at him, none to any avail. Eventually fatigue was getting to her, causing her to fall to one knee before him. He laughed as he began to charge his ultimate power.

But one should never trust a thief.

Fortune invoked the true power of the Hasteblade, using Jet Rush to send her speed to something that breaches Mach 10. As he dropped his barrier to fire his power at her, she leapt through him and ripped him asunder.

The Willoweye survived, but his power was weakened. He saw Fortune's smiling eyes meet his old, decrepit ones as the demons he once controlled dragged him through the Mystic Pit and into hell itself closing the portal.

The Lightwist saw the bloody Fortune and rose in celebration. No longer under his control, they found some peace. An elder approached her, thanking her for saving them. She drew her blade once more and held it out to him, telling him that it was not hers to keep.

As a thank you, the Lightwist Elder gave her the Ring of the Lightwist, which would grant her light in the darkest of places. She thanked him for this and asked him if the corruption would be over. He replied with worry, for the Diamond of the Lightwist had been corrupted by his dark magic.

As an additional favour, she took this rare gem with her on her journey back.

It took her two weeks to get back, savouring the views as she walked. She arrived back home to find that her friend was about to send the letter. The Guildmaster asked how it went, and Fortune replied with a smile and an offering of the Diamond.

She sent the ring home, to her sister. She already had a light to get her through the darkness, why would she need more than her pay?