Lightning strikes Sabertooth.

After a long journey to the town called Ace of Spades Brand had arrived. His dreams where coming true he was almost at the guild that he heard so many stories about. He had saved his whole life just to afford the trip here. No longer able to save his excitement he raced at thundering speeds toward Sabertooth. The closer he got to the castle the faster he became racing through the streets with no care in the world. The Sun was right over his head as he approached the guild hall's doors. In the sun you could see he was wearing his white suit with his black vest and Blue tie. It seemed so clean considering he just went through a desert to get here. Arriving at the doors he stopped and looked up. He was frozen in place not knowing what to do or say. He then took a step forward and pushed open the doors.


The doors opened slowly and Brand stepped forward toward his dream and new life. The doors closed behind him and he rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to the room's light. He looked around in amazement for a moment. He could see a few people here and there talking and conversing. Not knowing what to do Brand just waited for the next person to walk by so he could ask to come in.

Unfortunately for Brand, the very next person to walk by was none other than Frederick Corbyn himself. One of the top mages of Sabertooth, at least according to himself. To others, he was more known as a constant source of hostilities. The kind of a man, that was easily triggered by the smallest mishaps of his fellow younger guild mates.

Frederick was just on his way out of the guild, as he was being summoned by the local authority of the Ace of Spades. Who were asking the guilds assistance as a small gang of thugs were causing some unrest in one of the taverns down town. And since they were mages, the guards themselves rather avoided any unnecessary trouble that could cause them harm.
Frederick himself, wasn't so bad on the eyes. With his silver lined hair, fluttering slightly with every step he took. And his perfect tailored clothing, like his cloak, that swept behind him. If it just wasn't for the cold look in his eyes, his otherwise blue eyes that could have been called pretty had such a dead stare that it screamed nothing but authority. That he was a man not to be messed with.

And be that as it may, it just so happened, that this horrid man met a young boy who was standing in the opening of the giant guild doors. Staring all around him, and standing straight in Fredericks path. 'What the hell are you gawking at boy, if you aren't entering then at least step aside instead of being as useless as the walls around here.'

As Brand looked around the large room he saw someone walking straight toward him. As he focused on the man he could feel his cold hard stare. This man actually looked like some one that would either start barking orders at him or just throw him. As the man got closer he opened his mouth to speak. Brand was prepared for the worst. 'What the hell are you gawking at boy, if you aren't entering then at least step aside instead of being as useless as the walls around here.' Even though Brand was preparing himself for the worst this still surprised him. The man's voice was as hard as steal and slightly terrifying.

Brand stepped aside quickly to avoid getting in his way. Then he realized something, This was Fredrick one of the most talked about Sabertooth member. "Wait are you not Fredrick? I am so glad to meet you Sir. Oh umm excuse me my name is Brand Strife I am new here." Brand said while holding out his hand and following the man for a second. This was Brand's big chance if he could get on Fredrick's good side then his time in Sabertooth would for sure be a lot easier.

As Frederick kept on walking away from the scene, he got instantly followed by the young lad he just bluntly insulted. Who was following for some steps, with his hand stretched out and ready to exchange pleasantries with the one man who definitely didn't care about any of that. So it would come to no surprise that the man clad in black, slapped away the stretched out hand while bluntly stating 'I don't care'

After all, Frederick had no obligation to the man what so ever, he didn't knew him. Nor was he planning to. So why would he care what his name is or his reason for being here. If he was like all the others, then he was probably nothing but a fantasizing boy. Thinking that being part of a guild was nothing but fun and games.

'If you want to join up' continued Frederick while marching on 'then go inside, I bet there is probably some fool in there more then happy to point you in the right direction.'