Priestess of the Primal Seas.

The day had been one where she could not help but want rain from the blistering heat of the mountains to the fact that everything there was rather hostile some soothing rain would help her beyond anything. As she channeled her emotions the clouds slowly gathered and soon thunder could be heard as it rumbled and rolled through the air each crack of thunder booming loud and clear to all who could hear. But yet why was this girl who was no taller than an average woman and clothed in nothing but a fancy swimsuit she herself had designed. The answer to her was very simple, to join a guild. Yet even so the adventure had taken it’s toll on her from having swam from the edge of the primal seas to Fiore was no easy feat she ended up sleeping at the bottom of a few shallower areas in oceans to get some rest and yet when she was supposed to arrive on the 30th of LAST month her sleeping had delayed it to the point where it was now the 30th of NEXT month.

“Geez I hope I get there soon . . . I have been getting less sleep due to this journey. . .Why did I have to get this quest. . .”

What most did not know was that she after being with a ex-criminal guild became a priestess to a cult that worshiped a being capable of controlling all forms of water. It was this being that gave her the quest to become stronger as the being needed a vassal to spread it’s will around Fiore but it needed one with power. So while other priestess were sent to other guild one even getting to go to a port side town (Lucky bastards) she was stuck with a mountain based guild.

“Okay think where is it again. . .”

Sadly for her the idea of “Mountain Guild” was not going to help her find it as what most did not know was. . . She was directionally challenged. Unless she had a map with detailed directions she would in way way or another get lost along the way to her destination and it is through this that she ended up at a small village asking for directions. Once she had achieved her goal of knowing where in the name of god she was going the mass of rain had built into a full storm as more thunder cracked overhead and lightning could be seen striking in far off areas. It was when she reached the gate that her extreme exhaustion began to hit her like a ton of bricks.

“N-No. . .Need to stay. . .Awake. . . Need to. . .Meet. . .Guild. . .Lead. . .”

Soon she had fallen over a small pack on her back filled with foods and minor possessions tumbled down the path as she fell face first into a puddle of water something that would drown most but luckily for her water was just like air for her. As she slept the rain would grow heavier making the puddle larger as she dreamed of eating some amazing sweets and other foods her breathing soft and hard to see as she slept at the entrance to the Infinity Hydra guild.

The dream slowly began to collapse around her as fear and terror took place the lights and happy tones of the world around her drowned back into the dark colorless whites of the old kitchen her mother forced her to practice. “You will bring us into high society!” A mantra she spoke over and over and over using her since she was old enough to think as a tool to gain herself a pass into high society. Yet with all that the woman was a monster mercilessly training her to be “perfect” and beating her or worse things if she did not meet those ideas to the point where she herself never realized how broken she was. Yet with all that with how trained she became and how broken she was when the time came to her surprise she ran. And just as she began to see the smiles of the convent at the border of the seas the dream melted and the faces of two unknown people were above her as her initial panic set in her sclera turning black as the water from the rain touched her and she jumped up without warning and put her back to the wall of the bar.

“WHO ARE YOU??”

The panic was great in her mind as the last she remembered was falling asleep on the steps of the guild she had been sent to and yet she knew the face of the man here as familiar.

“Are you. . .”

With a quick dig into her memory she had realized her great mistake as this man was the guild leader of Infinity Hydra the guild she was here to join Ardere Kasai. With a quick move her eyes changed back to normal the silver color and smile she normally held back in place.

“S-Sorry! I panicked because I was having a nightmare! Please my name is Szeras Scindo I was sent here to join this guild by the Priests of the Primal Sea.”

She held up a letter in her care that would tell Ardere that she was there to help them as best she can and also that she is supposed to have been there a month before hand as she smiled and looked outside squeaking as the rain had grown a bit too heavy for nature to be the cause.

“A-Ah one moment!”

With a dash she would run outside and calm herself the water pouring down onto her and falling down every curve of her skin tight clothing as every indent could be seen along with every twitch of movement in the wrinkles and creases of the clothing itself as she began to calm herself and with that the rain did too. After a moment of calming herself the rain would slowly clear until the sun peeked through the clouds once more.

“I hope you do not mind having me here!”

With a quick eye movement her looks turned to the woman sitting beside Ardere as she smiled softly at her with a warm sincerity behind it as she walked over to her bag and pulled out some food that looked as if a chef from one of those professional shops had made it eating it with a small smiled and rubbing her belly as she did having been heavily hungry due to her nap.

Baal could be seen with a pint in his hand, sitting casually at the bar.  The smell of this planet's alcohol was quite intoxicated to say the least.  While the drinks here paled in comparison to the drinks of his homeland, these did well enough.  Baal brought his own drinks from time-to-time from his own personal stash, but drinking what the guild had was an easy way to save up his reserves for a rainy day.  Well, today was an exception however.  Baal's next drink was interrupted by the beautiful librarian bringing in a girl; both sopping wet.  

Placing his drink down for a moment, he turned his head to get a better look at the two and to figure out what was going on.  And then enters the leader.  Once the leader has entered, things seem to follow.  From Baal's observations, a mixed bag of good and bad things happen whenever Ardere is around.  What is certain, however, whatever happens is quite entertaining.  

But while others were off training and doing missions, what was Baal doing?  Well, his weapon is sitting in the shop and he needs his weapon in order to be relatively useful in combat.  His brand of magic doesn't lend itself to point and nuke like most mages want to.  No, Baal's magic is more strategic in fashion and requires the use of his blade.  Well, while the weapon is in the shop being made, all he could do is sit and wait.  Well, sitting and waiting consisted of drinking and reading.  

Baal couldn't see what was happening, nor did he know how to fix the situation due to his limited medical knowledge.  Clearing his throat, he slammed the rest of the pint down his throat and placed the glass upon the bartop with a slight hand-gesture to the barkeep to keep his tab open.  He wiped his mouth and floated his way towards the booth, keeping his distance from the leader, the sexy librarian and her companion, and the stranger with blue hair and bikini.  Kind of strange apparel for someone on a day-to-day basis.  Perhaps this person was out swimming?  But where?  They lived on a mountain.  So many questions; must need to be answered later.

When the girl awoke, she seemed to bounce around everywhere.  After her bouncing around, she pleaded to join the guild.  A single brow was raised by Baal for a moment and the man cleared his throat.  "Well, I don't think anyone here would mind, right boss?" the man stated before placing his left hand upon his hip and tilted his head to the side for a moment.  After that brief moment, he uprighted his head for a moment, noticing the two of them (Szeras and Tyriel) still soaking wet.  Two towels seemed to float from the bar towards the two women.  No, these aren't ghosts doing Baal's bidding, but that would be funny at this point in time right?

"Here, dry off, you two."

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Enter; Leader of the Vanguard!

Returning from a job was usually a very quiet event from Hayden but he had recently took one alone to escape from the loudness of the world; particularly that of his guild and team. It wasn't that he did not care for them but even he needed rest and relaxation from it all and that was going into combat by himself and gaining a few new scars. The man had proved his worth rising to the rank of C within a week from the amount of jobs he took causing him to get to his current rank; his magic a very destructive caster type led to him not wanting to endanger his allies. Yet, as he pushed open the doors of his guild hall to be greeted by a strange site- his new team member next to the guild leader talking to some girl.

He held his satchel over his shoulder look at the scene with furrowed brows as he tried to figure out what was going on, but he soon opted to quietly walk by the whole scene briefly stopping next to Baal. "Your trial for the Vanguard will be soon, walk strong brother." He told him looking at the guild leader with a respectful nod to his boss and the man he pledged to follow despite what may come of it. He was afterall the founder of the guild Hayden had pledged his life and sword to- despite rarely meeting or seeing him he already had a respect. As for the well girl he simply shifted his eyes to them for a moment before nodding at them as well although more quickly; that was good enough. He'd lift his hand to pat Baal shoulder before heading to the bar to take a seat- he had duties as the bouncer to resume.

Even though themselves had arrived at the bar Hayden had dropped his bag to the floor with a yawn flexing his shoulders slightly to loosen up the tense muscles. He was wearing his robes rather than his battle armor that revealed the assortment of scars that adorned the flesh of the swordsman. Each scar had a story but his signature scars was the one running deep across his nose and the deep straight line that ran across his pectoral muscles which was proudly on display as he tapped the bar twice waiting for his usual of straight ale. He needed some time to relax and he wasn't about to walk all the way to his room.


Hayden wondered how known his little team was by now consisting of himself and Rohma with Baal as a trial member after expressing interest. They had a success record so far and he along with Rohma was scheduled to be taking a C rank together to liberate some slaves and bring some slavers to justice. Tyrants. They came in all shapes and sizes but no matter how they looked or where they was the Vanguard would be there to bring them down. Hard.

His Decree has Concluded; Exit