by - Mydas:
Gusts of wind so hard that they could cut through raw, a harsh and inhabitable environment and a cold that could freeze on to the bone. This were the key aspects of frozen tundra in the Hakobe mountain range. And because of it, making it one of the harshest areas in Fiore.
Yet through these freezing snowstorms and narrow mountain paths, was a man followed by a small delegation. Courageous enough to face these natural phenomenons, only so that he could reach a place so dark and mysterious that people only dared to whisper its name. Basilisk Fang. One of the three dark guilds in The Azeron Alliance, and probably one of the more mysterious of the three. As they never have made their presence known before. Not like its colleague had done before.
Yet, they did manage to be one of the three strongest guilds that ruled over the dark guild imperium. And solely for that feat, the guild was or better yet, its mages were of enough interest for Mydas. To actually face the cold tundra and try reaching that place himself. Only so that he could appeal to their sense of greed or lust for destruction.
Then the moment arose after days of venturing through the Hakobe Tundra, that Mydas along with his delegation of masked men. Reached the doors of Basilisk Fang, a guild that a rose as a ominous structure from between the white clad mountains. A true harbinger of doom.
Yet without any delay of second guessing, Mydas walked up to its doors and body pushed them open. As he had nothing to fear. Since he had the power of his one true deity behind, and that bringer of destruction flows through him. Giving him the power to overcome any obstacle.
Followed by his delegation, who walked behind him in two perfect rows. Who gave a true sense of devotion and discipline as they had been climbing the steps towards the guild with ease. Ambled with their hands deep in the opposite sleeves.
The guild hall was large, and spacious and had a rather empty ambiance. Yet Mydas doubted they were alone, even from the emptiness. He felt the prickling sensation of eyes gazing down at him.
"Is this how the famed mages of Basilisk Fang greet visitors!" he eventually bellowed, irked by the lack of respect of anyone welcoming him. He then stomped with the end of his staff on the ground, creating a loud thumping sound that echoed through the hall.
