The Debt That All Men Pay Whoever decided to place a Guild on the top of a peak high up in the mountains was... Ingenious. At least, when it was a Dark Guild such as this. Nykyrian treked up the mountain side, the edges of his coat flapping in the strong wind. It gave a hard whistle as it blew around him, one that reminded him of the piercing screams from a ghost. The simple things in life amused him, the feeling of his hands coated in blood, the screams from those that defy him. Nykyrian smirked as the Guild Hall finally came into view. It was magnificent looking, a large solid palace that was snug on the side of Mt. Hakobe. The snow complimented it's structure, no large windows, stone walls... It looked cold.. Like Death. It only took a split second, but the moment his eyes laid upon the Guild of Basilisk Fang, he was suddenly transported inside. It appeared like he stepped out of thin air, but in reality it was his Territory Magic. His ability to teleport himself, and all objects to wherever he wanted. He smirked and laid down his hood, taking in his surroundings. He was placed smack center of the Guild Hall. Stone architecture laid out the room before him, with rather victorian styled furniture. So this was the Guild Hall that his friend Elijah had spent so many years within... There were a few faces among the guild members, some that gawked, some that appeared disturbed and those that would want to fight.. He smirked once more at the thought of these members attacking him. How awkward would that be in the eyes of their guildmaster when they come to find that He was good friends with Elijah. Speaking of, it appeared the guildmaster's face was not within the Guild Hall... so Nykyrian wrapped his arms across his chest, the tall man being quite an intimidating view. " Tell me where your Guildmaster is." He said, his voice echoing among the silent statues that glanced at him. Basilisk Fang|| @ Annora || 450 Words |
MADE BY @Tyriel || Nykyrian