The Rouge Guild

The Rouge Guild is shrouded in mystery and legend. It is believed that when the Magician's Guild was formed, all Rouge mages were rounded up and the law was applied. This was not the case. A few years later, three men met at a small bolhouse. These men ordered a drink and sat down in the dirty room, examining it, checking for magicians. Satisfied that it was empty of them, the first man began to speak. 'We don't have long, what do you have to say Falien?'

'Yes, I wish to know why you have brought us so close to the home of our enemies.' The second man said, looking cautiously at the door as more people entered. Falien sighed, and looked at them.

'Marcus, Banin, you should both know the problem that faces us now. The Magicians guild is simply so that the king can control our magic. We need to find a way to help those who have magic, and protect them from this guild and the control of the king'

'How can we, you know that we have not got the means to help others.'

'Not to mention we don't know how many are still safe.' Marcus said, standing up. 'Excuse me a moment.' He walked out.

'He has betrayed us Banin.'

'I know Falien, let us move quickly.' They stood, and rushed out the back door. A few seconds later, Marcus entered with three magicians. The magicians looked around a moment, then they turned back to him.

'There is no other magic user here rouge.'

'No please, you must understand, they ...'

'Silence.' A magician boomed, and the other two walked towards Marcus. 'Take him to the guild. He is to be executed.'

'No, please no.' Marcus pleaded, as he was dragged out of the bolhouse.

An hour later, Banin and Falien were sitting in a dark basement beneath Falien's house, lit only by a candle. 'So, how do you intend to protect these people Falien?' Banin asked, and Falien smiled.

'We make our own guild, and keep it secret.' Therefore, the Rogue guild was formed. Never able to have more than thirty due to the size of the hideout. You only knew of its existence if they found you, and even then, they had to do it before you had taken the oath of the Magicians. A similar system existed. You were known as a private until you completed control, then you selected a discipline. New people remained at a top rank of sergeant; no matter how good they were, until they rescued a natural or house magician from the guild. Then, they gave the full oath. Now, centuries later, a strong Magician Guild and a powerful High Lord threaten the secrecy of the Rogues and their very existence, and one person can be its saviour.