Standing on a naturally formed ridge, Viktor R. Albeit could easily look down on the town beneath him. Watching the various small figures going on their daily business. Unaware of the enigmatic threat that lurked just outside of the town borders. Not that Viktor could blame them for their ignorance, after all it was an early spring day, one that was filled with the warmth of a bright shining sun. And after being cooped up all winter, the ordinary people craved the outside strolls and livelihood more then anything.
He could see them all, the merchants with their stalls. Trying to sell their newest wares, the housewives strolling down the street. Eyeing every fresh good that would go in their home brewed stew. The young couples, sticking close to each other and off course the children. Running around, playing, pretending they were some of the famous mages in Fiore.
Normally Viktor wouldn't even bother with such trivial people, that lived in an even more trivial town. That had nothing to show for then the few fat cats and rich people that had found their home here. But just as the young couples felt the call of spring, so did Viktor. The urge to kill, it was crawling under his skin. It was the curse of his emblem, his mark, his guild Savage Skull. The darkest of guild, that after a long time started to get hungry again. It's darkness hasn't spread, in fact you could say it had grown smaller and smaller. Till the guild was practically nothing more then a whisper again. But earlier this week something had changed, the guild itself beckoned, it wanted more. It wanted to grow again.
So here he was, standing at the top of a hill. Waiting for the others, those who answered the call. Those who were tainted. As he thought that, one by one, black silhouettes appeared behind him. And Viktor, Viktor could only smile.
He could see them all, the merchants with their stalls. Trying to sell their newest wares, the housewives strolling down the street. Eyeing every fresh good that would go in their home brewed stew. The young couples, sticking close to each other and off course the children. Running around, playing, pretending they were some of the famous mages in Fiore.
Normally Viktor wouldn't even bother with such trivial people, that lived in an even more trivial town. That had nothing to show for then the few fat cats and rich people that had found their home here. But just as the young couples felt the call of spring, so did Viktor. The urge to kill, it was crawling under his skin. It was the curse of his emblem, his mark, his guild Savage Skull. The darkest of guild, that after a long time started to get hungry again. It's darkness hasn't spread, in fact you could say it had grown smaller and smaller. Till the guild was practically nothing more then a whisper again. But earlier this week something had changed, the guild itself beckoned, it wanted more. It wanted to grow again.
So here he was, standing at the top of a hill. Waiting for the others, those who answered the call. Those who were tainted. As he thought that, one by one, black silhouettes appeared behind him. And Viktor, Viktor could only smile.