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The silently rocking wooden paddel boat creaked over the calm seas. Even though the sky was rumbling and there was drizzle coming down from the skies, it wasn't particularily windy and neither did the rain pour down. Humid, would be a more fitting term to the conditions Lyserg met halfway across the sea. The creaking of the boat's planks stopped once he hit the shore of Thunder Island with a low thunk that was unable to be heard as the meager amount of rain actually hit the ground quite hard and drowned out noises any 10 meters away from you.
Stepping out of the boat in full gear, Lyserg adjusted his sword belt, swung his somewhat wet cloak over him and pulled a hood over his head. Starting to wade through the muddy grounds of Thunder Island's beach, it smelt of dirt and rubble. The old guild building wasn't far, he knew. Walking along the shore towards the remains of the mansion, he could already feel it. The man he would meet wasn't hiding his presence. Something that gave him trust. But it was an encompassing presence that surrounded him. He couldn't detect where it came from, he just knew it was there. A setup? In any case, Lyserg felt safe. He just wondered who this man was. Spotting two goblin-like creatures in the edge of the forest, hobbling their ways Lyserg squinted. Furrowing his eyebrows, he didn't think any of it, although he didn't know that there were goblins on Thunder Island. Likely just a man-made occurence.
As the rain went on, he finally arrived at the site. Tartarus' ground zero. By his hand, this entire building had collapsed on the bodies of the guild members that had decided to stay with their old sluggish philosophy of waiting and deteriorating in their own pile of uselessness and rotting resources. There was a light fog resting on the clearing that the mansion had been built on, but through the little droplets of water, he spotted a silhouette. It was sitting down amidst the blight surrounding it. Lyserg found it a somewhat serene image. Sadly, he would have to destroy the peace of the silhouettes mind. With determined footsteps, Lyserg moved through the fog, aware that he had likely been noticed a while ago. It seemed that everything went smoothly. A sign that this might just be worth his time.
Stepping out of the clouds of water, he was now in vision of the man resting there before him. Approaching him from behind, he stopped a few feet away and looked at the back of the man. Without any trace of a fierce aura and bad intention, Lyserg was now only a few feet away from the man, who apparently was Yugi Sparrow. A youth, yet someone who had helped found the name of Tartarus. Taking a silent, but deep breath, he then began to speak. "Greetings, Mister Sparrow. It seems you have followed my request and kept yourself unrevealed. I commend and thank you. And you wish to know what happened to your guild in exchange?" Lyserg ask calmly. His voice wasn't roaring, nor was it low or silent. Yet it was invasive. Not pungent, but permeated through the small, albeit thick sounds of rain and mud. And whilst water poured dwon from his head, he awaited a reaction. Ready, but peacefully.
Stepping out of the boat in full gear, Lyserg adjusted his sword belt, swung his somewhat wet cloak over him and pulled a hood over his head. Starting to wade through the muddy grounds of Thunder Island's beach, it smelt of dirt and rubble. The old guild building wasn't far, he knew. Walking along the shore towards the remains of the mansion, he could already feel it. The man he would meet wasn't hiding his presence. Something that gave him trust. But it was an encompassing presence that surrounded him. He couldn't detect where it came from, he just knew it was there. A setup? In any case, Lyserg felt safe. He just wondered who this man was. Spotting two goblin-like creatures in the edge of the forest, hobbling their ways Lyserg squinted. Furrowing his eyebrows, he didn't think any of it, although he didn't know that there were goblins on Thunder Island. Likely just a man-made occurence.
As the rain went on, he finally arrived at the site. Tartarus' ground zero. By his hand, this entire building had collapsed on the bodies of the guild members that had decided to stay with their old sluggish philosophy of waiting and deteriorating in their own pile of uselessness and rotting resources. There was a light fog resting on the clearing that the mansion had been built on, but through the little droplets of water, he spotted a silhouette. It was sitting down amidst the blight surrounding it. Lyserg found it a somewhat serene image. Sadly, he would have to destroy the peace of the silhouettes mind. With determined footsteps, Lyserg moved through the fog, aware that he had likely been noticed a while ago. It seemed that everything went smoothly. A sign that this might just be worth his time.
Stepping out of the clouds of water, he was now in vision of the man resting there before him. Approaching him from behind, he stopped a few feet away and looked at the back of the man. Without any trace of a fierce aura and bad intention, Lyserg was now only a few feet away from the man, who apparently was Yugi Sparrow. A youth, yet someone who had helped found the name of Tartarus. Taking a silent, but deep breath, he then began to speak. "Greetings, Mister Sparrow. It seems you have followed my request and kept yourself unrevealed. I commend and thank you. And you wish to know what happened to your guild in exchange?" Lyserg ask calmly. His voice wasn't roaring, nor was it low or silent. Yet it was invasive. Not pungent, but permeated through the small, albeit thick sounds of rain and mud. And whilst water poured dwon from his head, he awaited a reaction. Ready, but peacefully.
