Everything is Permitted (Javel and Dubhlainn)

It seems as tho today’s weather would rain, according to the lacrima vision that reveals the broadcast of today’s weather report, though Savage Skull may appear to be desolate, dry and a cold place to be, all members of the guild including the footmen were fast at responding to others such as Dubhlainn would issue a command to prepare the dominion for rain. Why would this matter? That’s because of the fact that some areas in Savage Skull that has collected rainwater barely dries up.

He is after all the Captain of the Guards afterall.

He only recently came back from the underworld to collect job ads for the dark guilds and distributes them evenly in order to maintain the operations on all three factions. It was not just request papers that he brought back but also supply crates of good food and fresh water, good enough to last for months, Lord Harrigan told Dubhlainn to take care of the guild and he did so by contributing to how the guild can sustain itself, however these methods were somewhat questionable as they were brought in and earned in the most honest of ways. Much like Javel he shown no expression, but not because of hatred but rather it was due to the fact that war robbed him most of his ability to express himself and took everything from him.

“You’ve been look at that piece of paper for a while now; I see you decided to choose to answer the Azeron alliance’s request to eliminate a Rune Knight foothold down the river village. Do not tell me you intend to go there by yourself.” He can see small hints of hatred in this man. Dubhlainn had never have any trouble with the rune knights as much as the rest of the guild as a matter of fact, befriending the rune knights in Era was actually the reason he was getting all these supplies, in fact he is one of the personal training instructors for the Rune Knight recruits but of course the guild doesn’t know that yet. This doesn’t mean he’s betraying the dark guilds but this was all for the benefit of contributing to the financial well-being of the guild as well.

The world that is fair and just?

The last time he heard these words was that it came from one of his former comrades during the endless conflicts held in Mirai. Dubhlainn proceeded to pin up all the remaining job advertisements on the request board. “The world can never be a fair place Javel, I can tell you two things about it actually, if the context was in a form of one’s perception, one’s own wish for a world to be fair to them, then that’s just but a mere illusion and if by chance that the world would start being fair to you then society and foundations will crumble down to chaos, the world bowing down to the will of one man is a nightmare that none would ever wish. There are times when you see someone getting more than what he apparently deserves, while some people get much less than what they deserve. This, I have seen, is especially true in terms of professional life. Its sad really.” Dubhlainn dusted off his hand as he finishes pinning all the job posts on the board.

“You sound like a victim of a necessary evil, I do believe the reason for you asking me this may have been relating to the rune knights, correct me if I’m wrong.” Dubhlainn can’t be wrong, he knew that this is one of the many issues that dark mages have which is why they come to groups who share the same sentiments. Plus Javel was gripping that piece of paper almost as if he’s having an internal conflict.

Dubhlainn didn’t want to assume the relationship… out of all the dark mages of the Azeron alliance other than Viktor, Dubhlainn himself has absolutely no struggles with the Rune Knights, he’s one of the training instructors after all.

He’s honest, he speaks what he has in mind and refrains from telling anything personal about himself, he’s not a complete fool, a man broken down because fate shaped him the way he is now. He nodded as Javel made his remarks and thus comes the question that sounded like he’s asking permission to vent his feelings out and take revenge. “I can only say this, everyone regardless of their alignment, affiliation are all those who seek good and happiness, we reach for our desires and whatever may please us, in the context of intent.” But of course in the context of methods, it is completely unethical, and as such ignorance was the only barrier that allows dark mages to go on and perform these atrocities as they please.

Of course everyone here is a dark mage, it goes with the occupation. “There’s never wrong in making it fair my friend, follow what you believe in, you’ll find your answer.” He picked up his umbrella and turned his back on Javel. They say it was going to rain and if Dubhlainn were to go outside he’d at least have an umbrella to use with him. “If you’re going to take that request alone, I can guarantee that you won’t be able to find the answer.”

Of course Javel would either get captured or killed if he went on that mission alone. “You’ll have to take someone with you, I rather not that we lose a guild member who’s still in pursuit of an answer, his way to freedom from his pitch black world.”

Those words didn’t sound like something a dark mage would say, then again Dubhlainn didn’t look the type either as he seemed to be more fitted to be with the Rune Knights but the question is why did he choose Savage Skull? If he keeps this up Dubhlainn might be considered a nuisance but his contributions to the guild such as providing for its security and delivering resources compensates for that… “abnormality” as a dark mage.

Dubhlainn turned away and proceeded to head outside in the courtyard to a small armory. There were crossbows aligned properly for the crossbowmen to draw in case of an incoming siege, swords were all in one corner, pikes, shields and the most unusual weapons you’d see in the castle were the modernized firearms. A Rifle, a Handgun, a Blunderbuss a hunting rifle and some packages wrapped in plastic to which contents resemble lacrima but far more… advanced.

Dubhlainn gave his thanks to the one guarding the armory as he drew out the Sniper Rifle out from its case. He ordered one of his men to attend to Javel, if he has choosen his partner; the guard would be given the orders to open the gates. If he chooses to leave by himself then let no one stop him.

The River village is only half a day away from the spooky forest. You could say the Rune Knight Encampment on the village was just but an outpost, the longer it lingers the greater the chance that Savage Skull’s activities would be exposed, the more intel the Magic Council would receive about the Guild’s activities and movements. Its not just an outpost, a good and strong division has been requisitioned there and most of its men were armed literally to the teeth. Javel going there alone would be suicide. Even if he were to bring a partner, two mages against an entire division won’t be enough… unless of course their power would equally rival that of the men there.

Javel’s fury may be able to defeat them but numbers can bring him down no matter how careful he can be.

He drew a piece of cloth and polished his rifle and starts cleaning its lens, once he’s done, he wielded it like he was supposed to and see if the crosshair on it is clean enough to see at a distance. “I’m not good at making plans like this when involves your grudge with the Rune Knights if I’m not entirely mistaken. I volunteered for this mission in order to help you satisfy that lust, to prevent you from being overwhelmed as you need not a squadron beating you down, I am more than enough.” He sounds confident, perhaps it’s because he intends to target anyone who would protect the commander heading the river village. During the old days when he was still working with the Task Force, two members are usually dispatched for a mission of this caliber. Every single member is a force to be reckoned with and Dubhlainn was no exception. He believes in Javel’s capabilities to satisfy as his partner but him having ask that question out is something that worried him.

It’s almost as if he’s been given a hint to his perception of the world, something he can’t accept because of the circumstances and if so, he dare not know what it maybe.

He took his time in selecting a weapon for this mission, his choice became final.
He chooses to wear a balaclava and it was enough.
This mission doesn’t require him to use any of it as the Rune Knights do not resort to using modern firearms like the Black Rose, though there were similar threats much like the Black Rose itself, such as the cartel that lives in Neutral Grounds or perhaps a marching force, a thousand men strong.

He’s made to fight an army without using any magic at all and if he dare uses it, it will be complete mediocrity, believing that there’s a way to accomplish what needs to be accomplished without using magic at all. Well he was born and experimented on originally to become some sort of anti-mage till circumstances granted him the honor of becoming a soldier, a knight.
“Right are we ready to depart then? If you not regret your decision the steal yourself and come, time does not wait for us… it expects us to move.” Dubhlainn ordered his men to open the gates. It was actually terrifying how someone likes him, who just joined the guild a few months before Javel had climb quickly to the rank of Captain, what more he influenced all his men to wield fire arms and mastery over military self-defense training and not just the basic training by those dotage instructors in bandit camps.

Dubhlainn’s military fighting style? He’s fit to be a bruiser but prefers to use techniques that involves the legs more, perhaps the only field in military defense training that he’s still bad at to this day. If one were to know Dubhlainn they’d notice his frequent use this style because he’s nurturing it, it has its flaws. His skill set with the use of only the legs is limited so one can’t say he’s a complete expert.

To be honest even some of the men he trained were better at this style than he is. It may not seem like it matter but it does, footing and legwork can definitely determine the outcome of battle and it doesn’t just affect mobility.