Normally, this room would be filled with tables, chairs, and raucous parties. Now, however, there are just rows of chairs and a simple podium at the front, facing them. The sunrise is streaming in through the tall windows, capturing dust motes in complicated dances in the light. The scent of last night's roast meat saturates the room still, giving a slightly warm feel. There are dozens of adventurers seated in the chairs and standing around the edges of the room, here to watch the ceremony. 

The room quiets from the hum of slightly whispered conversations as the Guildmaster, a Half-orc of prodigious strength and great presence, walks in wearing his ceremonial navy-colored coat and carrying a small oaken case. He approaches the podium at a slow, even pace. 

The whispers start up again as the Guildmaster settles in. You can't determine the exact sources but you can make out some of the comments.

"Hope they got a thick skin. The editors will see every mistake."

"D-rank already? That'll be like double my take-home pay." someone responded to that one with, "and double the risk of death."

"They've been on the short list since their last job. Stonebridge was a raging success."

The guildmaster raised his hands, signifying the time for quiet. His voice rang out, clear and powerful, once the crowd had settled down.. 

"Today, we mark the rise of a new D-Rank party. Four months of work together, and a string of completed contracts that speak for themselves. Ray Masaki. Arcata Esham’aria’tila. Vel. Alaya Stormbow. Step forward."

The crowd all looks back to the end of the aisle going up the center of the room where the four mentioned were standing. As the party makes their way forward a slowly rising tide of applause follow them. When you four reach the front and stand in front of the podium, the guildmaster stepped from behind it. He opened the case revealing a small, apple-sized sphere with runes across it's surface. It begins floating on it's own when the case opens. Once it is clear of the case, it starts making a faint chiming noise.

The guildmaster speaks again, "This is your Crystal Scribe. From this day forward, on your adventures, this will follow your party. It will record your deeds for the guild, and if deemed worthy of it, the public as well. It will not lie, it will not flatter. It shows only the truth."

The sphere spins in place, then moves slowly in front of each member of the party. It hovers at eye level, a deep chime sounding from within. There is a feeling of a light presence in your mind, and you feel it seeking one simple question, "What is your name?" It scanned each of you in turn.

When it scanned Ray, the runes along it's surface became angular, like the script of a soldier's hand. The chiming becomes steady and deep, like the rhythm of marching feet. As it performed it's scan it feel like it was appraising you like an armorer checking out a new weapon.

When it scanned Arcata, the runes shifted into delicate, arcane equations. The chiming seemed to almost shift into the sound of sliding pages. The scan felt like something was seeing where you fit in the library of the universe.

When it scanned Vel, the runes rippled into cryptic symbols, and golden vein-like lines flashed for a second or two across it's surface. The chiming sounded like the dull thudding of a heart beating within a chest. A warm sensation was felt when it scanned you, one you had rarely felt before, almost welcoming you home.

When it scanned Alaya, the runes flowed like vines, and shifted into spiral forms. The chiming became similar in sound to hoofbeats on hard earth. You feel as if it is watching, measuring, like a trainer considering a newly hatched creature.

The Scribe drifts back, circling the group once before taking its place hovering behind you. It moves with quiet precision, as if it had already chosen its position.

The Guildmaster spoke one final time, "Welcome to the ranks of the chosen few. The ranks of the observed and followed. What will be shown in the future will only serve to grow your story. What words would you use to show your commitment? To announce yourself to the world?"\

He waited for your response.