The thousand steps of Terra Ignis (intro - open)

As Agol climbed the steps of Terra Ignis, the wind would bellow loudly around him. Its gusts sheering passed him harshly, almost hard enough to knock him off balance and send him back down the thousands of steps he already faced so bravely. A fate he rather avoided if it was possible. But that wasn't such an easy task so it seems, with every step he took upward, the long stairs he was climbing got steeper and holding onto something became a scarce feat. Yet Agol wasn't about to give up, as in distance above him he finally saw the silhouettes of what could only be building. Or at least he hoped so, after all it wouldn't be the first time his own mind would play tricks on him.

While out of breath, and drenched from his own sweat. Agol finally reached the top, and as he pulled himself up towards the last step. He never felt so relieved in his entire life. Never before had climbed so high and so long. But that all didn't matter anymore, as now he could gaze upon his goal. The Infinity Hydra guild hall, the very place he had been searching for, a new home and better yet a way to find redemption from his shame.

The sight was magnificent to say the least, and even foreboding in a way. It was easily on par with the royal palaces back in Midi, and to find it in such a remote location was even a bigger mystery. The master truly must be a person of real significance. In fact if Agol had to believe the rumors he had picked up, then the guild master was a man of unbelievable power. Challenging dark guilds all on his own, just to prove his strength and determination.
Somehow, Agol could only think of a beast of a man. A walking hulk of muscles that must stand at least three meters tall. A giant even.

Kyrin sat at a lone table in the middle of the guild hall. Most everyone avoided him, at least those he wasn’t familiar with. He guessed it was because he tried too hard to appear friendly, even if everything he did seemed forced. He couldn’t help it; that was how he was. The only one he truly met was Copy, and already he felt his smile becoming more genuine around him.

He took a pull from his mug and relaxed in his chair. Seemed like there were more and more new members joining up, but not a lot of activity from the older members. At least none at the guild itself, but he heard that the majority were out doing jobs. And he actually got to meet the guild leader a few days ago. He was beginning to think he’d never see the man in person.

With a sigh he glanced towards the guild hall door. Yesterday was very quiet. It seemed like no one was in the guild when a new member entered, and then left with someone from another guild. Kyrin’s excuse was that he was in his room working on his fantasy novel. He took another pull from his mug and settled back. This guild was a lot more quiet than he thought it was going to be.

Ophelia was seating minding her own business nothing less, nothing more though the footsteps of someone entering the guild hall seems to caught her attention. Due to her introverted personality she literally do not talk to anyone from her guild aside from her few friends that resides in it.

She carefully examined the person in a distance while having some questions in her mind like what is he doing here, what could be his motives, and specially what kind of magic does he have to show to them. Since she doesn't hang up with most of the her guild mates her magic is also mysterious to them.

She handily grabbed one of her charms flipping it like someones whose bored but most of the people around her thinks its just only a toy. She continually stared at the person like a creepy eagle hunting for its prey.