"Alright Po-boy, let's get you setup!"

Po-boy looked at the man questioningly, "What do you mean?"

"Well we need to make sure you're fully prepared to manage the guild's finances, missions, recruitment, providing room and board, stuff like that." He explained.

As they started to walk towards one of the branches, a thunderous crack rang out, dust rained down from the ceiling, and the lights in the windows flickered.

Sinister laughter rang out across the hall, "I never thought this flesh sack I'm embodying would survive to see the day we found this place." A voice rumbled through the hall, shaking the very ground they stood on, "Alas my power is reduced in this plane but still mountainous enough to take care of all of you."

There was a horrid moment when time seemed to slow down, and everyone froze in place. Dark tendrils shot out of the glass, causing even more shards to rain on the ground like some horrific kaleidoscope; the strands seemed to have no apparent texture. One second it looked like scales; the next fabric, eventually shifting into the faces of the damned. They weren't purely for decoration. They were functional, as evidenced by the strands springing into action and shooting through the ribcages of some of the members leaving them like macabre pinatas.

The entire room erupted into action, any and all guild rivalries forgotten in the moment of action. Axes and swords hacked and slashed at the tendrils; hammers crushed them with wet thuds. All of the fighters protected those that were too young, too old, or injured.

A slow clapping came from a figure walking from one of the rooms, "Well, that went well for me, not so much for you. I must say I'm impressed, anybody need a job?" The silence was thick and heavy as the warlock walked towards them. When you took a closer look at him, really looked, you could see that his movements were jittery like a puppet when its strings were cut, his right foot dragging behind, leaving a red trail.

The rustle of clothing thundered in the quiet hall. "As much as I'd love to take you up on the offer I'll have to decline."

"Oh ho! Looks like we have a candidate just leaping for the position!" The man twirled around with his arms up.

Po-boy didn't reply, he just pulled a long, hollow piece of metal from his back. He set it down on the ground and dumped a mysterious black powder down the tube, eventually stuffing a silver ball bearing down it.

The warlock simply stared at the impudent human, who seemed to not care in the slightest, "What do you think you're doing? I have had entire armies bow down before at my mere thought!"

Po-boy simply replied, "This." He lifted the hollow tube up, seemed to point it towards the warlock.

Boom!

The little silver ball the warlock right between the eyes and continued on through his leaving a see-through hole.

"I have seen many impudent beings before but none as impudent as you!" The warlock shrieked, "I'll kill you! I'll get your friends and family too!"

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At the mention of his family, Po-boy's face turned colder than ice, his fury amplified tenfold.

He sprinted towards the warlock, who hurriedly tried to stop him with the tendrils, but Po-boy dodged every one. When he reached the warlock, he started beating him violently with the tube. The pile of meat's screams shook the walls of the hall. When Po-boy finished he calmly wiped the pipe clean, and spit on the pile.

"We need to discuss that later, but right now we need to go!" Those words seemed to start everyone into action. Po simply just followed the flow of people into emergency exit portals that had opened all over the hall's walls.

Their portal lead into a small dank hallway, with mildew coating the ceiling. As they ran through the tunnel in craved panic, everyone kept a semi-wide berth around Po-boy, not wanting to be the next recipient of his rage. The bright sunlight hit them like a punch in the face when they reached the surface. The mob emerged in the middle of the forest with everyone going their separate ways.

Po-boy just ran in a random direction. He ran until the sun met the horizon, when he decided to make camp for the night.

He awoke in the middle of the night to the high pitched wailing of an infant. Grumbling as he got up, he started to follow the sound, but when it abruptly stopped he started to sprint.

Po-boy failed to notice the little particles in the air, signaling he had just entered a domain. Domains were a tricky business as they alerted the owner of it whenever someone entered or exited.

When Po-boy reached the clearing he saw a warlock-taken cradling a small bundle of cloth. As he ran over to the lady, he stopped.

"Please, take care of my child." Her voice was raspy like she had been smoking sandpaper for several years.

Po-boy kneeled and took the bundle of cloth from her shaking arms. When the bundle left her arms she stopped moving.

"What's her name?" Po-boy asked in a quiet voice.

Snarls were her only answer. Tears ran down her face as she stood and charged at him.

He ran out of the clearing with her rabidly sprinting behind him.

She stopped at the edge of the domain, tears still running down her face, "Adeline," She whispered.

Po-boy continued to run not hearing her stop behind him.

When he reached camp he set the bundle down and thought about what he was going to do with her.

When Po-boy walked into town the next day he got a lot of odd looks because of the baby he was carrying.

When he walked into Helga's store she turned around and let out and exasperated sigh, "What do you want?"

"I need your help with something else."

"Well spit it out then! I haven't got all day."

"I found a baby in the forest."

"That's all?"

"Well, there's one more thing." He showed her the child whose eyes resembled those of a warlock-taken.