AN : I do not own guild wars or the second one or any of the extensions.

Back at the safehouse in Argent, Connor had already changed into the Prince outfit, he was now just waiting for the money. Then his 'scroll' buzzed, looking at it, turns out the transaction was made. "About time to, several hours after the job, and I haven't been paid yet."

And there was something else, a new job offer, in Underground. "Well if it isn't my favorite crime lord. What does he want now?"

The message read :

Prince I got a job for you, nothing big, just taking out some of them kurzicks on my turf. If you're in just come and see me. You can find me in the palace made of jade.

"Decent job decent pay, I say we go for it."

'Why are you telling this to me? You already know I'm gonna say kill them all'

At that Connor gave off a tired sigh, "Sometimes I wonder if I'm crazy."

'Yeah, yeah. Look if you don't need me to go berserk, then stop talking to me.'

"I really wonder sometimes." And he stepped into the shadows and was off to his next job.

Entering the halls, it was quiet. I'm not sure if I like this, the place is either loud and full of weaklings, or quiet and has very strong Grimm here and there. Either way going in here was never pleasant.

Reaching down to pull out his pistols, he realised something, his right hand didn't move right. Looking at it, Connor remembered why, there was a bandage covering the hole in his hand. 'Fuck I forgot about that. What to do? Maybe what the ancients used to do will still work.'

Getting down on his knees it looked like he was going to pray. 'I hate doing this, it takes time and they don't always answer.' "Dwayna, goddess of healing please help me by making me in good health." Waiting a few minutes, then he felt it. A warmness spread through him, his hand knit itself back together, and any ailments he had before are now gone. "Wow! That actually worked."

As soon as he said that, five giant claws about three meters high, burst out of the ground around him. "What the fuck!" All five tried to stab him, Connor jumped towards one, swung around the base and ran. "What the fuck was that?!"

"Well what did you expect? You used the power of the gods, in a place ruled by one who hates them. That's like saying I'm right here, come kill me! Oh and you should worry about any margonites he might send, instead of those claws."

"What is a margonite?" As soon as he asked that, a creature standing eight feet tall emerged from the darkness and tried to crush him.

"That would be a margonite." This creature, was tall and burly. It's entire left side appeared to be made of energy, giving off a faint glow. And the right side was as dark as the surrounding area. And this margonites weapon was a hammer as big as him.

Bringing it's hammer around, the margonite tried to crush Connor. He merely stepped to the side, and allowed the weapon to pass. As it struck the ground, Connor took the pistol in his right hand, shoved it in the margonite's face and pulled the trigger.

As shot echoed through the halls, he could hear that voice, "You might want to get going soon. Well unless you want to fight the strongest of the dark lord's forces."

"Fuck you. Okay somebody sent them after me, and you know what they are, can you track them or something?"

"I can warn you when one is near and in what direction."

"Okay you do that. I still need to get to Underground." And so Connor raced through the halls, turning when ever his annoying companion warned him. Finally he/they reached an exit.

And this exit led to a dark alley. "Okay, now that we're out of the halls, do you mind telling what those things were?!"

"Why my dear Connor, you should already know this. Didn't you pay attention to any of those scriptures you read?"

"Scriptures, what… what the hell are you talking about?"

"You and I both know very well what I'm talking about. After all we both share the same head."

"Yeah, writings left by the ancients. But I never thought any of that talk of their six gods was true. I just thought it was the writings of some lunatics."

"Well it's not. And that thing you saw back there was a margonite, a servant of the sixth god, Abaddon. They were originally human you know, but the darkness consumed them, and they became what they are."

A couple minutes later after standing there in silence, Connor started laughing. "What's so funny? Have you finally lost it?"

"Just thinking what this situation might look like to someone else."

"Wouldn't be too out of place in this town."

"Well enough chit chat, we… or I, have a job to do."

Exiting the alley, Connor found he was in one of the nicest places in the town. Though it still looked like trash. The only thing nice about it, was nobody was trying to kill each other. Looking around though, "I'm on the wrong fucking side!"

True enough Connor seemed to be in the area owned by the enemy of his employes. "Best get moving I guess." With that he set out running across… is that a roof or a road?

After running through or over bustling areas, this one seemed dead. Right in front of him, for ten blocks, there was nothing. Not even the remains of buildings that had once stood there. "Why do I have a feeling this is going to be bad."

Going out one block, and the next thing he knew, he was being shot at from both sides of the battlefield. 'No cover, only craters. If I go in those, I would be a perfect target for mortars. Might as well run to the side I want to be on.'

As he started running towards the luxon side, the fire became even thicker, and things started to explode around him. 'I knew they had a mortar, and are those mounted guns? Fuck me.'

Finally, Connor reached the luxons side,after nearly being blown up three times. But the gunfire was thicker the closer he got, and could not keep from taking several bullets. Instead of stopping though, he kept running until he couldn't see them anymore. Only then did he stop to look at his wounds.

A shot to the left shoulder and two to his right leg. 'They've got some good shots. Can't do much for them now, the clothes are already stitching themselves back together. Just gonna have to work through the pain.'

Moving out again, albeit with limp, Connor set out for the jade palace. This palace is hewn from the rock itself. It was all stone, and only looked jade, because they found enough of it to cover the outside.

Connor just walked through the front doors, nobody even bothered to stop him. After some time of searching, he found the right room. Manderscheid was there waiting for him. "Well that's odd," came the voice of Manderscheid.

"What is?"

"Usually you appear from the shadows, not through the door."

"Yeah, well I had some trouble getting here. So I thought I would bring it down this time."

"Ah… Well since you're here, I assume it's about the job. Recently some of them kurzicks have moved in on my land trying to dig up some dust. I want you to shut down their little operation. Kill them, I don't care, just send the message 'don't mess with Manderscheid'."

"If that's all then I will be off." With that Connor proceeded to walk out of the room. And waiting right outside for him was the chiefs daughter, Kara. She's old enough

"So mind if I join you on this little mission?" she asked in an all too cheery voice for Connor's liking.

"No."

"Why?"

"You wouldn't like my way of handling it, far too messy for anyones liking really." As she was walking behind him, Kara suddenly whirled around to in front of him.

"You know that makes me want to see it all the more."

"Fine suit yourself, don't blame me if you get nightmares. Oh and could you not tell your dad about this? He'd probably kill me for letting come along."

"Okay!"

'She's entirely too energetic if you ask me.'

operation in cliffside deep in chasm

Arriving at a chasm so deep the bottom disappeared into the mist below. Though nearby there was a crane with it's cable extending deep down into the chasm below. "Why are we here?" asked Kara.

"The kurzick's little operation is down in that chasm."

"So how are we gonna get down there?"

Looking around Connor found a rusty old elevator. "I bet this leads down to where we need to go."

"No way you want me to get in that death trap?"

"You could always find another way down," Connor said getting into the elevator, pulling out one of his guns and pointing it up. "Me, I'm taking the fun way down." With that, he fired one shot into the cable supporting the elevator, and he fell with it.

If you could hear him, all you would hear is the sound of a maniacs laughter. When the elevator hit the ground, a cloud of dust billowed out. As the kurzicks stood there coughing, gunfire emerged from the elevator shaft. And emerging from the cloud was Prince, dagger in one hand, pistol in the other.

'Twenty of them, five dead, lets do this.' Quickly taking stock of the room, Connor then rushed behind a support pillar just as they returned fire. 'So, fifteen left.' One of the enemy tried to rush him. Connor simply stabbed him in the neck, using the body as cover, he shot several more. 'Make that twelve left.'

'They're waiting for me, I need a distraction.' Taking a quick peek around, he saw there was some unguarded dust just sitting there. One good shot would set the entire crate worth off. "I got a plan."

"Please don't. You've already put enough strain on your body recently."

"Sorry, the only other option I see is to go out guns blazing and hope to kill the all."

"Or you could always allow me to fight them."

"No! I've given you control too much recently. Now lets do this." Quickly turning around the corner, all it took was one shot. As soon as the bullet hit the dust, it caused it all to explode. This explosion created light, and behind the pillar was shadow. Diving into it, Connor became a shadow,instead of traveling to the halls.

After things calmed down, Connor emerged from the shadows and collapsed from exhaustion. 'Can't stop, have to complete the mission.' Getting up, Connor dragged one of the dead bodies to the wall, and its' blood to write on the wall : This is what happens.

As the blood dripped down the walls, he looked for something anything that might say why they were there. In a side room there was a bunch of paper work. It appeared to be orders, mostly about digging under the jade palace and killing the luxons, any dust they found was a bonus.

Though one thing caught his attention at the bottom of the pages, who signed the orders. "You got to be kidding me… You've got to be fucking kidding me! He's alive?! That bastard should be dead ten times over!" As he yelled in rage, he noticed his aura was coming forth. 'Okay Connor, calm down. You can kill him later. For now, focus on the mission.'

The person in question was none other than Connor's older brother, Brandon Baly. He hates Brandon because of what he has done, and wants no ties to him at all. And it is this for reason that he does not use his last name.

Walking back into the main room and to the mouth of the cave. There was a small platform connected to the crane far above, with a control panel next to it. Pressing the up button and hopping on, it was half an hour before he came to a stop at the top. 'That took way too long.'

"You're alive!" Connor heard as he was tackled to the ground in a great hug.

"Not for long," he wheezed out.

"Sorry! Well now that you're done you have to see dad for your payment, lets go!"

"Too tired. Why don't you get him to come here?"

"Okay!" And just like that she was off.

"That girl is just too energetic. Good night."

The job was complete and he had gotten his payment, but it was all in dust. Luckily he had a contact who was always in the market for dust. His name was Miri, he along with his little band of thieves, lived in an abandoned keep outside of Underground.

Walking through the front gates, he entered what used to be a nice little village. By the looks of it the people who once lived here, had prospered. But for some reason they just up and left, leaving this village and all else in it, to be forgotten. Forgotten it may be, but time has not damaged it at all.

At the front doors of the castle, Connor knocked hard enough that it was heard throughout the entire castle. When someone came to answer the door, "What do you want waking us up so early?"

"It's five in the afternoon. You know what? I don't care, just get Miri for me. And tell him I have some goods to sell."

"He'll like that, he will," said the disgusting little man before dissapearing. When he came back later, "Right this way sir, Miri say he'll accept you offer." The little man led him through the many halls, until they were at the grand doors. "The master awaits."

'He's disgusting.' Entering the room, "Sup little man." Soon after a pillow hit him in the face.

"You wake me up! Then you call me little! You better have good reason for this." Miri said all this while popping out from under the covers of the queen size be in the middle of the room. Miri is a short and stout man. Standing three to four feet tall he looked like a dwarf, and his beard reaching down to his knees did nothing to help. Though an odd quality he had was his blood red hair.

"Quiet down, I got some dust for you." Pulling out an entire suitcase full, and opening the lid. At seeing how much there was, Miri's eyes sparkled.

"How much you want?"

"Ten thousand."

"That much? My friend, you are cheap."

"What can I say, I don't like to inconvenience people." After exchanging the dust, Connor left. And just as he was exiting through the front gates of the village, he got a message on Prince's 'scroll'.

AN : Is it me, or is my writing getting worse and worse. Either way my world is expanding. And another disclaimer, if you played the first gw, then you will notice some things from them. Know that I did not steal them, I just thought they would fit in good in my story.

Anyways, see something wrong? Please let me know. And above all else let me know I'm doing good, please. Until next time bye!