Ravnica City of Guilds - Guildfall

About the adventure

For ten thousand years, the Guildpact shaped life on Ravnica. Ten guilds divided the responsibilities, ambitions, and excesses of a world-spanning city between them. The Azorius made the laws, the Boros enforced them, the Golgari tended what lay beneath, and the other guilds carved out their own places within the great machine. Guilds warred, schemed, fractured, and rebuilt, but the system endured. Even when the Guildpact itself failed, the idea of the Ten remained. On Ravnica, guilds are more than institutions—they are identities. Or, at least, they were. Now, Ravnica finds itself at the threshold of something new. The Multiverse has changed, and the walls that once separated Ravnica from distant planes have begun to feel remarkably thin. Foreign ideas, strange magics, new peoples, and unfamiliar philosophies have found their way into the city, while Ravnicans themselves have begun to question traditions once considered immutable. Old rivalries suddenly seem less important. Ancient alliances no longer make sense. And within the guilds, even their most celebrated luminaries have begun forming friendships, loyalties, and conspiracies that cross lines drawn thousands of years ago. For some, this is an opportunity. For others, it is an existential threat. The ideals upon which the guilds were founded are beginning to buckle beneath the weight of interplanar change, and whispers are spreading that perhaps Ravnica no longer needs ten guilds—or perhaps it needs more. New movements are forming in taverns, laboratories, legion barracks, forgotten undercity temples, and the halls of power. Former enemies find themselves standing shoulder to shoulder, while old comrades discover that the symbols on their uniforms no longer mean what they once did. The question is no longer simply which guild will triumph over another, but whether the guilds themselves will survive the coming age. And into this uncertainty step a handful of individuals whose loyalties may prove just as complicated as Ravnica's own. At first, the changes may seem small: an unlikely meeting, a guildmaster acting against tradition, a familiar face wearing unfamiliar colors. But follow those threads far enough, and they may reveal something much larger taking shape beneath the streets of the Tenth District. The old Ravnica is dying. What replaces it may depend on who is willing to let it go—and who is willing to kill to keep it alive.