A Snake Becomes a Dragon (Open/Social)

The sound of Nykyrian's footfalls echoed through the stone walls of Basilisk Fang Guild Hall as he descended the stairs to the Main Hall. The man had just woken up from his chamber and decided to take part in everyday things. Perhaps boost the morale of the individuals that he graced with his presence.

His black shirt unbuttoned, revealing his bare chest underneath, and his hand raking through his freshly washed hair. He appeared quite relaxed outside of his normal attire.
Nykyrian stepped upon the last raise and stopped suddenly. He eyed a few members of the guild that had stepped up to one another.
Nykyrian smirked and crossed his arms, instead of stopping what was undergoing, he simply watched. In his world, it was every man for himself and the weak never prosper. So to see this young individual stand up to a few naysayer's was his type of entertainment.
Not to any surprise the maroon haired man did a very fine job and even spoke out against those that seeked to oppose him.

'Hmph'.
" You there. " Nyk spoke up, his voice directly booming over what sounds of disgust was being made from a clearly hurt individual. " Why do you show mercy?" He asked, tilting his head to the side, rather curious of the man's answer. With that, Nyk opened his palm and a purple & white shimmering orb surrounded the man whom received the toxic gas directly to the face.

It completely enveloped him, but they were able to clearly see through it. While at first it just floated with him there, more like a bubble; it didn't take long for the screams of his pain erupted into the ears of every member in the Hall at that time.
The man's body clenched and twisted every which way, his hands clawing at the sides of his face. He was very clearly growing weak as Nykyrian sucked every bit of magical energy from his body.

Nyk waited for the man to fall unconscious before releasing him; the body landing with a hard thud. That man wouldn't perform magic for a very very long time, he would be lucky if he even got magic at all after that. The sickness received from having your magical energy stolen wreaks havoc on mortals.

One moment his prey laid near death on the ground, the next he was crawling away by some miracle of strength. His eyes fell on the pale haired child from before. Her voice rang in his ears and his lip curled up to show his teeth in a scowl.
Nykyrian watched the young female as she began to get rowdy, yelling for a fight. This caused a few people to stare in their general direction.

What did she think this was? A game? Basilisk Fang certainly wasn't a guild where random fighting spurts were tolerated. If you had time to fight, you had time to train and work. This was a dog eat dog world, and if you didn't strive for greatness, you would remain weak forever.
Nyk snickered slightly, " Silence child." He said as he gave Sol a look over, " He may be weak now, but i see potential within him. Untapped power that won't go to waste... Unlike some."
Nykyrian moved his eyes across the guild members, his eyes flashing as if almost a warning dare they try to stand up.

He took a few steps forward, brushing past the small girl, standing directly in front of Sol. He tilted his head slightly and crossed his arm's across his chest. " Follow me," He remarked, giving no room for argument as he began the ascendance back up to his office. His ears perked up, listening for any and all words that would be wrongly slinged.
This was all part of the change within Basilisk Fang. The biggest one was hierarchy.

The man opened the door to his office and sat in his cushioned chair behind his desk, motioning for Sol to take a seat.

Nykyrian sat in his chair, glancing down at the things among his desk. He was still newly appointed Guild Master, more like newly SELF appointed, but none the less he had not had time to clean things up from the previous master.
He picked up a partially filled goblet and brought it to his lips to partake from the smooth and warm liquid.

" No, you are not in trouble. " he remarked as he stood once more to approach a cabinet behind him. He took out another glass and filled it with the same thick dark liquid as his. It was a strong hand made wine he had found in the cellars of a previous guild that he had transported here.
He brought the glass back to Sol, offering him to join Nyk in the pleasurable liquid.
Sol, was it?... To be frank, i have been watching you for a while. During your leave. I have seen what you had become."
Nykyrian sat on his desk, turning his body to face the man. His hair ruffled slightly at the ends that laid around his shirt.
He ran a hand through his hair and glanced at Sol, " I see untapped potential, that will let you rise above those that doubt you. Let me help you reach that. " he said bluntly, eyeing the man for his reaction. " In return.... your devotion. As i will be your Master."

Nyk stood up and walked back around his desk to sit in his cushioned chair, leaning back and placing his hand to his temple as he placed his right ankle ontop his knee.
He awaited the young man's answer.

A grin spread across his face as Sol had taken the goblet and drank the liquid he received. He had plans for Basilisk Fang, large plans, and for these goals to follow through, there was not room for weaklings among the ranks of the snakes. He would make quite certain of that, from the lame to the egotistical. There would be no rebellion, there would be no flaws.
Basilisk Fang had to be perfect.

Nykyrian held out his goblet in order to offer a form of Cheers. " To the Rise of the Basilisk." He said then raising the cup to his mouth to finish the quenching liquid.
" In the city of Hargeon, lies the impressive new guild hall of Lamia Scale. " He said pulling out parchment paper from his desk drawer. On them were detailed writings of the guild, however they seemed limited.
" This is where we begin....Information regarding the layout of the guild, spells they possess, even ancient secrets they only have.. I want these. " he said as we pulled out a new paper, this once had a map of hargeon on it.
" At the docks there is a man, he possesses a location to the library. We will go get it from him."

Nykyrian stood up and grabbed his jacket he had hanging on the side of his chair.
" This is where you start to prove just what kind of a serpent you can be."
There he slid on his coat and headed for the door.

Exit~


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