Let's keep this short and simple(Intro/Open)

THE SWORD OF TIME WILL PIERCE OUR SKIN
 

The interior of the fort was still so eerie, colorless like a portrait shaded only of charcoal. Cobwebs draped the stone columns high overhead, hung atop the high arches. Though the place seemed desolate, unoccupied and every possible abandoned that was not the case. The old outpost had been built in the harsh lands of Mt. Hakobe a very long time ago, and in the time that passed the basilisks had come to make this their sanctuary. Numbers dwindled in the guildhall now, for many mages before had left the guild and had yet to return in those weeks, those months. Even as time passed one person always seemed to be around whether she lurked from the low hanging shadows or the level in the fort above

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Her form slouched over the arms of  a stone throne-like seat which sat at the far front off the hall. Black clothes clung to her body in contrast to her paled skin, Her azure eyes glinted just barley from beneath the snake eyed hood, staring up at the dusty rafters hanging overhead. Famines fingers kneaded at her pulsing temples in an attempt to rub away the pain of a migraine pulsing within her skull. Her sight cringed whenever she'd looked through the little bit of white light that bled through the high windows. The rays seemed to cause her a dose of pain like that of a vampire. Now more than ever she regretted that first drink she'd had back in Magnolia....

The bitterness of alcohol in her throat and the bees in her brain weren't worth everything now... The unrelenting misery of this headache, the shards of glass poking in behind her eyeballs, the desert in her mouth and the heaviness of her limbs. Though even inside her throbbing brain she could sense something was amis, that someone was coming this gray day. Though they had little power she could feel the new aura was close.

THE SWORD OF TIME WILL PIERCE OUR SKIN
 

With the sharpness and hostility of daggers, her saphire hies snapped to the front of her guild as the cold breeze swept in, a flake of the wastelands snow beaded onto her cheek and dissolved. Two shapes stepped inside and paced towards hr, Khanix who could of had a better reputation with her and... the stranger she had sensed. The coldness grew behind her eyes, wondering if the blinded mage had been the one to lead him here.

"Sorry if you were expecting any...great formalities. We are no kingdom, stranger..." Famine put in that quiet and icy tone, her eyes sweeping to meet his, green and alluring. Famine shifted in her seat, lazily, informally and showing few propper queen like abilities the way she now sat cross and upside down. She allowed her head to heat to dangle off the front of the chair, her hood and bangs drooping down past her face as she gazed out ever so blankly, taking in and examining the wavelengths this newcomers etherion as Sol stepped out from her side.

"You think you're worthy of our name, S̢̼̝̘h̰̟̮͚a͡d̸͖̩̥̹͉͕o͖̯͙ẁ͓̠̤̻͈͎ ̵̖̼̼̣̹s̶̙̣̬l̩̻̱͜a͈̮͉͎͜y̡͖̪e̸̻̞̱r̠͞?" Famine's irises intensified and a  upside down smile sprawled from her like the unsheathing of a blade. "I'll give you a scenario: prove yourself....."

There was a pause
"You're on a mission, where countless before you have spoiled this guilds secrecy." Her hand withdrew from her side, raising and aligning slender fingers ever so gingerly "Though, you've just been caught on the job by a legal foe." Her fingers snapped, the sound reverberating in the hollow interior of the fortress.  A black puddle formed in front of the new comer, shadowy beads dripping upwards as the mass grew and molded, it grew in height, arms splitting out from the makeshift abdomen to create the static form of a human body. "How do you take care of it?..." she hissed, her words trailing off into silence.

THE SWORD OF TIME WILL PIERCE OUR SKIN
 

Lashes batted, Famine watching closely even from her reversed stance. She took in the scene with eyes like scanners. The woman flinched though wasn't startled as his snow-colored fist blasted through the other side of the shadows abdomen. A moment passed after the blow before her illusion disbursed in a flutter of air and whispered away like smoke in a breeze

Lithe hands slapped together, Famine breaking into a slow, lone clap. "Like a true assassin, you got the job done cleanly and soundlessly." the dark mage cooed, showing the newcomer that she was pleased. It wasn't often the Guild master had hatchlings slither in her guild halls that knew not to play around when faced with an enemy. Famine shifted to roll out of her seat. She had scaled to the floor in a crouch the balls of her feet beneath her as bare heels curved up and a pale hand brushed into the Icy floor beneath. Gingerly Famine uncurled and evolved to standing. Her sapphire hues darted back over to Sol as his voice hit her ears.

"Now now Sol, do you need to be such a hostile fellow?" Famine put, with a slight purse of her lips. "You are the obedient servant, not the jest right~ Act like it."