Hurry the damn thing won't ya.
Well it would be damn quicker if you helped.
What ya think I'm doing? Nothing? I'm eyeing the forests.
Ain't no one coming.
You can never be too sure...
The bigger brother strained over a broken spoke.
By their luck, the wagon they had stolen gave out a few miles away from their destination.
From the drop-off point.
An area in which combat is prohibited.
But the selling of loot isn't.
The two brothers had been playing the roles of changed men for months now.
Of guild members righteous and duty-bound.
And if you asked them.
They had played the act to a standing ovation.
Leaving the guild a fool.
That's only if you asked them of course.
Everyone else could read rat across their face.
And smell deception on their breath.
Wariness came with the brothers.
Who could not become brothers within the guild.
To have made off in the middle of the night with everything they had scrapped and pieced and stolen, was of no surprise.
The surprise was
That no one had stopped them sooner.
Walking out from the canopy of trees and shadows.
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I approached them with hands raised high.
"I didn't come to fight."
My voice holding back the anger, the wrath.
Fire is not fought with fire.
In a forest full of dangers
I feared starting ablaze.
Jumping from their stations.
The two men with eyes like saucers froze, until the lankier brother broke the silence.
"Fuck."
"Fuck indeed."
I replied as I took cautionary steps forward, not wanting to unsettle my prey with sudden movements.
The bigger one with the round face and the disposition to match, began to blabber.
With loose lips, he said:
'Let us go and no one needs to know of the secret guild within the mountain pass. Of the disruption that a potential new high guild is attempting…
The brothers met each other's eyes and grinned.
As if they had won…
I thought as I mulled over their threat.
They were right.
The guild was currently on the fridge of entering high guild stature.
Particularly susceptible to anything at the moment we teetered on the brink of both greatness and demise.
They could ruin us if the other high guilds knew of our existence.
You're right…
I whispered between gritted teeth.
Well, then…
I guess we will be on our way…
Slipped out a clearly fearful brother as they began to return to the matter of the broken spoke.
Brothers, one last thing.
Turning to meet my eyes.
I reached across my face and removed the mark of the leader that covered my eye.
[Mark of The Leader]
Has been unequipped.
Power limiter has been removed.
Stats Rising...
Stats Rising...
Stats Rising...
Stats Rising....
The realm opened up again.
My soul enjoyed its release
A power caged danced across my limbs in anticipation of play.
The brother's dropped to their knees.
Now...
Don't do that.
Where's the fun in that.
You wish to end my guild.
Then...
From the scabbard at my side a blade cloaked by darkness slithered into my palm.
Feasting off my awakened form, the blade eagerly began to consume from within my being.
Ravaging my soul reserves like a being without fill.
Fight for the right to end it all...