The Reign of Iniquity || Basilisk Fang || Guild Master

"Basilisk Fang has also been left in my care.”  A voice echoed from above. Perched cross-legged atop the top railing of the framed steps that led up to what was once Elijah’s office. She stayed still another moment as eyes began drifting up, albeit the murmurs continued.

The girl evidentially hopped down from the landing, falling through the air till her bare heels raked her body to the ground, landing on a slightly crouched position, one palm against the ground bent along with her legs. Famine ambled up too her full height before the blood eyed female. Annora Dalton, Famine thought, tasting the sound of the name in her head. Rita Famine was a notable seven or eight inches short of her height. Famine had always been well, small and a bit lithe.

Everyone in the room had heard of Famine, not many had had the chance to actually see or interact with her although. She was a stranger to her guild mates in ways. Since they day she pried open the iced-over doors and ambled inside the fortress known as the Basilisk Fang. Even since then she really didn’t know her guild mates and they didn’t know her… well… they all knew who she was, not many had gotten a chance to interact with the mage though. She had been busying herself with guild concerning tasks the past month. Famine had been just about everywhere as of late… from Rose Garden to Hargeon and everywhere in between. “ As the boss said, Elijah will not be returning.”  No one comes back to the place Elijah had told her he was headed… but he had business, away from here. Her arms folded behind her back subconsciously where she stood. “Before he vanished however, I was appointed as Basilisk to take care of his successor and to make sure the guild and the rest of you stay out of… any big big trouble.” The mage sighed  “We’re not savages, well some of us.” She’d murmur. Her voice grasped the air as a mumble but pricked the ears of everyone in the hall. Basilisks were the most influential, notorious members here at Fang. She held power over the rest of the members here at fang now, Besides the guild master. She was to be there to take direct orders from Guild Master Annora now… Practically a second in command; the guilds ace.
 

F[b]amine cringed, The pitch of the child's wailing tearing into her ears. Damn brats and their noise. The young lady yelling out in denial didn’t seem much older than seven or eight; it was a mystery what fate had done to her to land her in a place like this at her age. The mage quickly took her mind off it as Annora ‘assessed’ the issue, advancing towards her. Famine listened in, receiving any possible entertainment from the scene.

Hmn, Annora sounded like a harsh one. By all means that wasn’t a bad trait… she’d taken the position as the master of this place and hence she would have to make all the vile decisions. The less sentimental she was the better their chances stood as a guild.