Lyserg was in his office, the highest floor of the main castle and twiddled his thumbs while listening to classical music from a radio. It was a harmonic sound that swept through the office. For a man of his standing, he was rather serene. Never liking aggression or confrontation all that much, he preferred to deal with things in a more elegant and orderly fashion.
Sighing, looking at his pendulum clock that had a smooth and unintegrative sound of clicking that never succeeded in being annoying or displeasing, he scooched away from his desk. The chair made a slight squeaking noise as he pushed it away from himself and stood up. Dressed in a more comfortable, but still imposing manner, his ever so proper looking mantel fluttered as he stood up and bursted out his door in a gust.
Trailing down the spiraling stairs of the highest inhabitable tower in the castle he then checked the time on one of the many clocks he has put everywhere on the walls of the castle. Inside the guild, Lyserg never felt the need to wear his armor. Here he was at home. All he had on were rather comfortable clothes and his cloak that allowed him to look adrett without wearing any remarkable fashion.
Noticing the time, it were two more minutes. In two minutes, he had assigned a meeting with Lucille Grove, a rather conspicuous girl who had pleaded to work with the small Intelligence unit Lyserg had created for the purpose of gathering information and passing it along to all the important figures in the guild. Unexpectedly, Lyserg had found her following him on several occasions without ever receiving orders from him. She seemingly did so out of free will. And the stern and composed looking girl would be questioned today.
In a non-confrontative fashion, Lyserg wished to simply find out why she had been doing so without the need for him. Seemingly, there was no superficial reason. The guild had barely any connection to him currently. They small group of followers that were left after Lyserg had led the guild out of Thunder Island and into this place were all simply amazed by his commitment to the idea of keeping up the name of Tartarus and his effort of organization that had never existed previously.
In all honesty, Lyserg knew they were mistrusting of him. Still not completely sure of what he was planning. And Lyserg admitted that they had all reason to. Before the fail of their leadership, they had simply taken it upon them to be the bane of the Magic Council and the Rune Knights. The drive to destruction was still there, he knew. But that was something he wanted to root out. Time after time, he would nip all of the negative attitude in the bud and create something greater.
Snapping out of his deep thought when he arrived at the designated room. A largely empty one with simply a few books on the history of Ca-Elum and the origin of the Giant Monsters surrounding the guild grounds, there was only a large wooden table in the center of the rectangular room, a large set of windows that expanded up to the ceiling on the open side of the study, and three chairs. Two on the door-side of the table facing the window, and one larger one on the window side of the table facing the entrance.
Taking a book out of one of the shelves entitled "Godsire. Myth, Mystery, Legend." he took a seat in one of the smaller chairs and began searching for an interesting chapter after he had appreciated the world outside through one of the windows. He was right on time, but didn't expect Lucille to be any more punctual than 5 minutes after their meeting time. It was usual that people without an extraordinary sense for timing like him had something he called the "5-Minute-Feel" which usually delayed most everything they did by exactly 5 minutes. It was an interesting quirk some humans had.
Sighing, looking at his pendulum clock that had a smooth and unintegrative sound of clicking that never succeeded in being annoying or displeasing, he scooched away from his desk. The chair made a slight squeaking noise as he pushed it away from himself and stood up. Dressed in a more comfortable, but still imposing manner, his ever so proper looking mantel fluttered as he stood up and bursted out his door in a gust.
Trailing down the spiraling stairs of the highest inhabitable tower in the castle he then checked the time on one of the many clocks he has put everywhere on the walls of the castle. Inside the guild, Lyserg never felt the need to wear his armor. Here he was at home. All he had on were rather comfortable clothes and his cloak that allowed him to look adrett without wearing any remarkable fashion.
Noticing the time, it were two more minutes. In two minutes, he had assigned a meeting with Lucille Grove, a rather conspicuous girl who had pleaded to work with the small Intelligence unit Lyserg had created for the purpose of gathering information and passing it along to all the important figures in the guild. Unexpectedly, Lyserg had found her following him on several occasions without ever receiving orders from him. She seemingly did so out of free will. And the stern and composed looking girl would be questioned today.
In a non-confrontative fashion, Lyserg wished to simply find out why she had been doing so without the need for him. Seemingly, there was no superficial reason. The guild had barely any connection to him currently. They small group of followers that were left after Lyserg had led the guild out of Thunder Island and into this place were all simply amazed by his commitment to the idea of keeping up the name of Tartarus and his effort of organization that had never existed previously.
In all honesty, Lyserg knew they were mistrusting of him. Still not completely sure of what he was planning. And Lyserg admitted that they had all reason to. Before the fail of their leadership, they had simply taken it upon them to be the bane of the Magic Council and the Rune Knights. The drive to destruction was still there, he knew. But that was something he wanted to root out. Time after time, he would nip all of the negative attitude in the bud and create something greater.
Snapping out of his deep thought when he arrived at the designated room. A largely empty one with simply a few books on the history of Ca-Elum and the origin of the Giant Monsters surrounding the guild grounds, there was only a large wooden table in the center of the rectangular room, a large set of windows that expanded up to the ceiling on the open side of the study, and three chairs. Two on the door-side of the table facing the window, and one larger one on the window side of the table facing the entrance.
Taking a book out of one of the shelves entitled "Godsire. Myth, Mystery, Legend." he took a seat in one of the smaller chairs and began searching for an interesting chapter after he had appreciated the world outside through one of the windows. He was right on time, but didn't expect Lucille to be any more punctual than 5 minutes after their meeting time. It was usual that people without an extraordinary sense for timing like him had something he called the "5-Minute-Feel" which usually delayed most everything they did by exactly 5 minutes. It was an interesting quirk some humans had.