Guild Wars
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Rage of the Invaders
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Troll
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7/20/2114
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‘One must not speak when silence
serves one the same purpose’
-Anonymous-
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Two figures sat on rot-eaten roof
tiles a dozen man heights above the city. The building offered little respite
from the rage of the incoming storm that slowly encroached upon the southern
territories of Cabina this time every season. The chill of the wind did nothing
to cool the raging fire resident in the steel grey eyes observing Troll Nihil.
‘Sometimes, the answers we seek are
more confusing than the questions that birthed them old friend’
Troll spoke to no one and everyone at
the same time, a speech disorder from his years in the wastelands or a feigned
ploy at madness? One could not be certain; no with any of Nihil descent, one
could never be certain. Steel grey eyes watched as Troll pulled closer his
cloak, adjust his balance on the roof as a fresh chill crept into the wind,
rattling loose tiles. Troll watched as one such tile slid towards the edge
clipping others loose and soon seven more tiles slid in its wake each tumbling
over the edge of the building into the dark alley below, their shattering
sounds muffled by the roar of the wind. The eyes briefly registered passing
amusement on the shadowed features of the guild lord. Grunting, the man they
belonged to spat into the wind and cursed- Tarey Sorrin was not a patient man,
used to having his way and raising havoc to establish it, diplomacy was the
last thing on his mind but today Nihil had approached him after the war
council, pulled him to a corner and told him of a meeting with leaders of the
Wild Ones. The fact that Nep and Klaus weren’t even here made the whole affair
reek of hidden intentions and a weakness that Tarey had suspected Troll
possessed now lay ominous begging to surface.
Sensing multiple converging presences, his musing
dispersed and dual silver blades caught on lights far below glistened half a
second later- ‘Sheath your toys Tarey’ came Trolls’ bored reply as both turned
and a shift in the wind heralded the presence of six more figures on the roof.
Tarey recognized two of them before
they even spoke – Seras Haras alias Leanan Sidhe; High-guild priestess and
founder of the Wild-Ones guild, Chief deserter of the now defunct Spot Guild,
Seductress and Sorceress, Mistress of the Unbound and most importantly an old
acquaintance of Troll Nihil, the second cloaked figure on her left would be
Eszay Rei; Mistress of the High-Afia, Oracle of the Wild-Ones, word on the
street was that relations between she and Haras were strained. Nevertheless,
the fact that she was here was a major pain in the ass as far as Tarey was
concerned. If Seras was here, then Southern Cross would not be far behind-definitely
not among the cloaked trash shadowing Haras and Eszay-their sorry excuse for
bloodlust could be likened to a pups’ hunger for the teats of its mother…no Southerns’ malevolence was of a darker oft indifferent vein, besides he wasn’t
one for large audiences. Inadvertently, Tareys’ grip tightened on his blades as
he cursed Troll once again for bringing him here. The newcomers regarded them a
bit too clinically for Tareys’ comfort, he was about to speak when Seras Haras
broke the silence, her voice pitched just enough to be heard above the raging
storm but liquid enough to stir desires in lesser men.
‘Hello boys, I dare express my slight distaste
for the waste of such a lovely night fit for more physical endearing activities
than this rooftop convocation. I further reiterate on my distaste for your
choice of location Troll dearest, I’d had thought one such as you would prefer
a more clandestine meet for the both of us but alas I had foresight dare I say
intuition that this would not be the case and so I made necessary adjustments
to my retinue- she finished with a heart stopping smile.
'I swear'! Thundered Tarey ‘its either this
cow has no tongue or there’s an afia for talking that much!’
Seras approached, a vicious grin
splitting her faultless features.
‘Well if it isn’t the tyrant maggot of
Deadwood! I was wondering what you were doing here but seeing as this roof is
filled rot and decay; it’s obvious you came to feast.
‘just keep talking cow, your time is
closer than you think! You and your ragtag band of misfits!
‘Enough!’ said Troll as he stepped
between the agitators- Tarey sheathed his blades turning away to stand at the
edge while Seras pulled over her cloak, her red-gold hair fell in healthy locks
on her shoulders down to her full bosom. Troll made a mental note to find out
if she used some sort of afia aspect to make them that big.
‘Well you sure took your sweet time
getting here Seras’
‘My apologies Troll dearest, I had
some internal drama to play a role in. You do know how much I love a good show’
‘Well whatever, let’s get down to why
we are here…did you bring it?’
Troll swore as Seras;
manicured fingers slipping into the valley of her gown produced a sealed
scroll still warm and perfumed - winking, she handed him the
scroll which he opened, memorized the contents and returned.
‘From what I’ve just read, it would
seem we have very little time don’t we?
‘You have something mistaken Troll
dearest’.
Seras flashed another bewitching
smile as she walked back to where Eszay and her guards waited.
‘There’s no ‘we’, just you, the tyrant over
there and the rest of the Deadwood guild. We at Wild Ones have more than
qualified for the requirements stated and frankly we’re stronger so you’ll need
nothing short of a miracle to make the cut.
‘The whore acts as if we are
blind to other options’- Tarey spat as he walked to where Troll stood with a
wide grin on his face.
Seras froze, a venomous glint in her
eyes, her voice level and liquid ice- ‘you wouldn’t dare! That would be
suicide!’
Troll smiling and in a similar tone
retorted- ‘you don’t get to pick our dares anymore Seras, you lost that right
along with whatever trust I had in you when you deserted. You’ve made it clear we
are rivals and I believe it’s time we test the validity of that claim. Seras
you made a misguided supposition that the Wild Ones were stronger, perhaps an
illusion created by the size and bulk of its guild roster. You forget however
that Deadwood is not the Spot guild. Goodnight Seras Haras and Eszay Rei we
shall meet again’.
Tareys’ laughter tore through the
rage of the storm as Troll opened a trans-afia portal and briefly stepped
through. The Tyrant stared down the venom present in the eyes of the enraged
guild head.
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