/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

>be 3 years before "debut"
>Demon Lord's Castle: Throne room
>After defeating not only his army but not also it's generals a lone party faces the Demon Lord
>except 4 members lay on the floor bloody and not moving, the 5th one on his knees crying never even touching the Demon Lord
>in a desperate last move the now lone adventurer uses forbiden arcane rituals to save the souls of his near dead comrades from being devoured
>the Demon Lord and his closest advisor look pitifuly as he runs, making no effort to stop him

>2 Years Later, in a forest close to the city
>a young blue haired adventurer walks through the woods with a purpose
>eventually he finds it: a short haired man running away from a small spider, screaming as loud as he could
>saves him and talks him into being friends
>with a new friend in tow, goes back into city, with plans of going on adventures
>on the way back get handed letter by young blue haired girl
>the top gladiator wants you to meet him at his coloseum
>seemed a bit rude but he also called you a cunt at the end of the letter despite his fame as a selfless philantopist
>go anyway
>get there, he immediately throws a fucking chair at the two
>engage in a fight, with potion support from the newest addition to the party
>his physical stamina is impressive.
>eventually we manage to satisfy him apparently since he stops fighting and turns off his fursuit
>"ayo you're pretty cheeky bros"
>salutes
>the two stand there confused trying to figure out what he means before he grabs each of them in a chokehold and walks outside laughing, dragging the poor duo along
>that evening, at the inn an older gentleman arrives
>sits at the table were the previous boys are now either half drunk or eating
>leans in to the table, whispering something to the blue haired young man "sister" and "safe" being the only words recognized
>also takes a seat at the table, pulling a cup of clear tea out of somewhere unseen
>after a moment of silence and staring at the young alchemist and gladiator (who demands he be adressed as a doctor) he sips
>fade to black

>Next Day, outside guild hall
>after a long night of drinking, eating and surprisingly cursed courtesy of the orange haired young man with the interesting accent the party assemble in from of guild hall
>once again the blue hero appears, this time leaving the guild hall looking dissapointed
>turns out starting a guild is expensive costing at least 2 million to get the basics started
>the current party barely has enough despite the alchemist selling quite a few purple potions with dubious contents and cylinders concealed in cloth, their contents fully hidden but with a tag that said "V-Fragile"
>picking his nose, the orange haired lad doesn't seem to understand the conundrum of not having millions of dollars at their disposal
>the blue haired hero snaps, rambling about how he did not expect to need that much as a human to himself
>"here's 10 million mate, let's do this thing!"
>the whole party is shocked, the orange man goes to looking at his phone, an image of a short haired woman, the image clearly taken without her consent judging from distance and angle

>that night, a new guild is formed
>Enter: Guild Tempus.