A year... 52 weeks... 365 days; That is how long they have been in hiding, that is how long they have plotted to exact their revenge. Correction, they never hid, they just sat on their island waiting for the correct moment to strike, like a snake that had been stepped on. That is how they felt really, like a stepped on snake, too small to do anything about it, but with a concentrated and precise attack, can be very deadly.
Cunning and swift, the guildmaster of Tartarus led a group of 10 members to the outside skirts of the city of Era; The last place any Dark Mage wanted to end up, yet here they were. Staring at the tall regal palace that sat atop the mountain, he nearly became sick to his stomach.
The sun sat above their heads and he could feel the heat and the light shine down, It would be so much easier to do this at night, but they would never have enough time then. With a sigh he tried his best to grin and bear it.
Theo, barely at the age of 17, had taken up the position of Guildmaster; with this, he made a solemn vow to return Tartarus to its former reign. It took all this time to plan, but was worthwhile. Era, and the Magic Council are oblivious to their return, and this would make a lovely surprise. However, some rumors did get out, seeing as he couldn't keep a leach on all of his members, and a few were quite destructive, so it would be horrible if they would actually suspect their forthcoming.
With hate and anguish, he turned to the troops behind him, " Today will be marked as the day in History, when Tartarus will be renewed, and the threat from the Magic Council finally defeated, " He announced. Looking across the faces of his members, not one seemed nervous or too anxious, they all looked ready. In their eyes, they all wanted the same thing, to be free of the chains that bolted them to the shadows.
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The light was beginning to hurt his eyes and he raised his hand to his forehead, just out there was the city of Era, and where all of this would take place. Theo, the Guildmaster of Tartarus had brought him along in the plan to reunite with Yugi, a fellow S rank Guild member that was being held deep within the dungeons of the Magic Council. His little speech filled the hearts of all the other members, but Alakai just looked away.
None of this mattered to him, all he cared about was getting to kill again. The blood on his hands and suit, he could just picture it in his mind; but here he stood, in a perfectly clean black suit. No blood, nothing to ravish in.
Theo then pulled out a pen like object. It was a light pen, black in color the tip of it glowed a bright red. He began to write in mid air, the magical object letting flowing magic take shape in the floating occupancy. It was a diagram of the city, he must be going over the plans to get into Era.
Ten people was quite a bit to sneak in. He began by pointing out 10 circles on his drawing, these were supposed to represent them. " Evenly spaced around Era are 10 guard stations that sit up on the surrounding wall. They are about 6 feet by 7 feet, and can only hold one person at a time. " He then drew arrows from the circles to X out each guard station. " At precisely an hour, they rotate shift from each station around the wall. The man will step out and be walk along the wall to fill in another station."
Simple plan, he understood where this was going.
" This takes ten minutes to do, you each have ten minutes to sneak past them effectively as they walk along the wall. However, you can just sneak into the station if you like and throw them over the mountain, i do not care."
Alakai couldn't believe he was relying so much on each member. If even one failed, then they all did, and Yugi would most likely be executed, along with the rest of them. How lovely.
" After this is done, request from the outside guard to take a leave, for whatever reason you prefer, or just make your way off the wall and meet me at the guards quarters."
Just before Alakai could speak out, he was thrown a uniform, helmet and all. Alakai wanted to cut off his head, thinking he would wear something so horrible as that... but he just sneered and slipped into it. He refused to wear the helmet until it was needed. It smelled funny, where did he get these uniforms? Did he pull them off of dead people?!
" Any questions?"