Rumors of a dark guild that seeked to free the world fell upon Demetri’s ears, automatically he was interested in this potential ally. The cold mountain winds bitterly seeped through the cold crimson red helmet and chilled his ears. Shivering a little, the cold didn’t bother him, infact he was use to the torturous cold; it was something that often reminded him of his time in that accursed extermination camp. Landing down, to the ground his eyes examined the ancient long rectangular door. Taking a moment to explore the beautifully constructed ancient stone fortress, with its marvelous grey cracked stone walls, pulling his cloak closer to him he huffs watching the cold air high light his breath. His helmet raised from his head and gently floated behind him, raising a hand to the door, he appeals to any ferromagnetic field; the door creaked opened without being touched.
Liberation of all mages within Fiorie was his goal and anything that got in his way would be destroyed, hopefully this guild would provide some assistance. A violent wind shuttered through his purple cloak, sending the cloak fluttering behind him in a dramatic action. The helmet followed him as he gently took a step inside, admiring the dusty and ancient atmosphere. He dusts the snow off his crimson red sleeve and then stayed at the entrance, just between the inside and outside. A magnet about the size of a marble slowly slid from his sieeve and hovered above the palm of his hand. Demetri himself was dressed in a crimson red tunic style coat, a purple cloak attached to his shoulders, black gloves and shoes, then black slacks with his helmet hovering over his shoulder.
Running a hand through his grey hair, he slicks back his hair and then looked for someone to speak to. “Hello? Show yourself, I wish to speak to someone” he commented, his voice was rather rough and strong; but with a slight dramatic tone. He turned his attention to the throne, the smirked slightly. Hopefully whoever was in charge didn’t have a god-like complex.
Liberation of all mages within Fiorie was his goal and anything that got in his way would be destroyed, hopefully this guild would provide some assistance. A violent wind shuttered through his purple cloak, sending the cloak fluttering behind him in a dramatic action. The helmet followed him as he gently took a step inside, admiring the dusty and ancient atmosphere. He dusts the snow off his crimson red sleeve and then stayed at the entrance, just between the inside and outside. A magnet about the size of a marble slowly slid from his sieeve and hovered above the palm of his hand. Demetri himself was dressed in a crimson red tunic style coat, a purple cloak attached to his shoulders, black gloves and shoes, then black slacks with his helmet hovering over his shoulder.
Running a hand through his grey hair, he slicks back his hair and then looked for someone to speak to. “Hello? Show yourself, I wish to speak to someone” he commented, his voice was rather rough and strong; but with a slight dramatic tone. He turned his attention to the throne, the smirked slightly. Hopefully whoever was in charge didn’t have a god-like complex.