A lot had changed in his small time apart from the guild, not only did a new guild master took her place among the guilds mightiest. But also did the entire guild itself gained a physical change. The enigmatic palace that once floated high up in the air, had come down to the ground and taken back the a part of the desert. Well not all of it off course, that would've been impossible. But what had been claimed by civilization had become a flourishing green oasis amidst the endless desolation which was known as the Forgotten Dessert.
But more importantly then the mere green that had sprouted, the oasis had grown into a town that was bursting with life. There were merchants from all over Fiore, as well as common folk who were looking for a new way of life. But also the mages, who came for probably the most important location in the town. The large palace that stood at the center of it all. Namely the Sabertooth Guildhall, home of the strong and the righteous...
There was one person though, that probably contradicted the righteous part of the guild, as he generally only looked out for himself. One that carried a dark reputation, and was mostly avoided. Not just because of what he did in the past, but also because of his hostile attitude. Someone who's fury was easily triggered by even the smallest of things.
'SIR!! take a look at this lovely carpet!' Coming in from his left, was a middle aged man. With a bit of an overweight, nothing much. But enough to show that life was good here at the town surrounding the guild. Obviously enough the man was a merchant, who was willing enough to stuff one of his wares right into Frederick's face. Who by now had obviously reached his limit.
From the moment he had stepped through the front gates, he had been bothered by probably everything that was possible in the mundanity that the villagers called life. One after the other, merchants approached him. Practically stowing food down his throat, and if it wasn't food. It was some other knock off piece of garbage. And if the merchants weren't enough, there were actual children! Playing around and basically standing his way every step he took.
So when the last remaining nerve broke inside Frederick, he reacted in the only way he knew how.
'ENOUGH!!!!' bellowed Frederick so loud, that from afar one could see birds flying away from the town. While from his left hand he shot out a blast of darkness that would rip apart the merchant's stall.
In agony the Merchant let out a small screech upon seeing his wares being blown to smithereens. And immediately ran towards the stall, hoping to scavenge enough wares as he possibly still could.
While Frederick on the other hand, marched forwards. Ranting and cursing everything around him.
But more importantly then the mere green that had sprouted, the oasis had grown into a town that was bursting with life. There were merchants from all over Fiore, as well as common folk who were looking for a new way of life. But also the mages, who came for probably the most important location in the town. The large palace that stood at the center of it all. Namely the Sabertooth Guildhall, home of the strong and the righteous...
There was one person though, that probably contradicted the righteous part of the guild, as he generally only looked out for himself. One that carried a dark reputation, and was mostly avoided. Not just because of what he did in the past, but also because of his hostile attitude. Someone who's fury was easily triggered by even the smallest of things.
'SIR!! take a look at this lovely carpet!' Coming in from his left, was a middle aged man. With a bit of an overweight, nothing much. But enough to show that life was good here at the town surrounding the guild. Obviously enough the man was a merchant, who was willing enough to stuff one of his wares right into Frederick's face. Who by now had obviously reached his limit.
From the moment he had stepped through the front gates, he had been bothered by probably everything that was possible in the mundanity that the villagers called life. One after the other, merchants approached him. Practically stowing food down his throat, and if it wasn't food. It was some other knock off piece of garbage. And if the merchants weren't enough, there were actual children! Playing around and basically standing his way every step he took.
So when the last remaining nerve broke inside Frederick, he reacted in the only way he knew how.
'ENOUGH!!!!' bellowed Frederick so loud, that from afar one could see birds flying away from the town. While from his left hand he shot out a blast of darkness that would rip apart the merchant's stall.
In agony the Merchant let out a small screech upon seeing his wares being blown to smithereens. And immediately ran towards the stall, hoping to scavenge enough wares as he possibly still could.
While Frederick on the other hand, marched forwards. Ranting and cursing everything around him.