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Act XV: The Audition II
"Calm down, Zerran."
Makenor, always being the most sensible one, addressed Zerran. A meeting was set on castle Lazrigs for the concerned parties of the 'castle rumble incident'. Crove, Makenor and Sefryenion were there to analyze and settle the incident with Cinder. Zerran, Letrall and Armallion came in compliance with the meeting/settlement.
Zerran clenched her fist and slammed it on the table.
"I have five dead wizards and seven injured! How could I ever calm down!"
Armallion was loyally standing behind her guild mistress as always. He was wondering what ticked his guild mistress so much. Zerran never shows her emotions other than to the ones she really trusts. So why is she ranting in front of Ultima's second in command and his sub-commanders.
"Zerran. We also lost two knights. Although it may be that we have the fewer of the casualties… but a loss is still a loss! Both our guilds lost something and we don't even know why! That's what this meeting is for." Makenor trying to send out a sensible explanation.
The rumble outside castle Lasrigz roared out into the entire vicinity. Knights and crusaders outmatched, not to mention outnumbered the 'weak-defensed' wizards. Spears, swords and magical bolts calshed. Blood from both sides gushed on the cemented ground and screams were heard all over. It wasthen when Makenor went out of the gate, expressing his infamous commanding voice, STOOOPPP!
Makenor was always known as a sensible man. Although feared in the battlefield as a man who crushed many enemies. He always respected the lives he had taken and kills only if it was the last resort. If it was the 'what ever goes attitude' crusader, Sefryenion, who got out first, he would have joined in the fray. But Makenor's commanding voice was so charismatic at the same time scary; no onedared disobeyed. "STOP THIS NONESENSE! ULTIMA, GET BACK IN THE CASTLE AND CINDER, YOU ARE LOOSING THE BATTLE, GO BACK TO YOUR CASTLE AND I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT YOUR GUILD MISTRESS IS GOING TO HEAR ABOUT THIS FOOLISH ASSAULT!"
Zerran was after all the guild mistress, and should watch her actions all the time. She was always successful on setting aside her anger, but this was something else. Something was bothering her and couldn't easily let it go. She was in fact, save her being a guild mistress, a woman… She hesitated for a moment but was able to begin thinking sensibly. Her actions would definitely affect her guild which was much more important than her unusual issues. She kept a mental note to ponder later on what was 'bugging' her and fought to act sensibly again.
She gave out a soft sigh and said.
"Yes... So do have any idea what happened?"
Armallion and Letrall were really astounded. Their guild mistress treated a sigh, soft or loud, as a sign of defeat or that you 'gave up'. After a day of sieges, loosing a lot of members and castles, Zerran always portrayed a still strong outlook. She never lets anyone see her being weak and still shouts the 'never give up till we die, tomorrow we will redeem ourselves' motto and goes back to her castle still looking so strong and invulnerable. Of course it was only at night when Zerran was by herself on the balcony, wine in hand, giving out sighs and frowns, mouning for her loss. And it was only Armallion, Letrall and Fanell who were able to witness her weak statures. So a sigh from Zerran was a great shock to them. Compared to the first war, five casualties is extremely minor and their ever so strong guild mistress let out a sigh?
"Reports were that an Ultima provoked Cinder's gate guards, thus resulting to your wizards trying to catch them here." Crove replied calmly.
"So do you have any idea who it is? Was it a real Ultima?"
"Sad to say, we do suspect it to be an Ultima… we are trying our best to confirm it."
"What are the chances?"
"Chances of what?"
"That your suspicions are true…"
Crove's voice subsided a little bit.
"Pretty high, Zerran… pretty high…"
"Quite a rocus you caused… Pettish, but still amusing…"
Vional, the rogue guild master of Backblade muttered.
The next day after Kraveck caused the rumble, he made an appointment in Creamhilt. He was pretty sure that Vional would be very interested to meet him. After all, Vional was the king of chaos. Wherever he went, chaos and mischief was sure to follow. Unlike his associate, Cramar, who was known as an assassin who comprises an honor of a knight, he was totally the opposite. It was rumored that Cramar was the only reason why Backblade was still organized.
They were both sitting in the dining room. Vional was busy eating loutishly while Kraveck seemed to be out of appetite. Kraveck was staring at Vional relentlessly. He was studying the so called chaotic rogue. Vional had the infamous slanted scar across his face. The scar was from his right temple down to his left jaw. It was rumored that Cramar was responsible for that during their first aquaintance. His rough, brown morrocan skin made him even more, which was his reputation, scarier. He was wearing an unbuttoned red jacket which was hanging around his body.
"So you liked that?"
"Yes… I always liked battles. The war was long over and I've hungered for fights quite a while now…" Vional was sipping his wine.
'Is he kidding?' Kraveck thought. Vional was known to wreck rumbles in the taverns of Prontera occasionally. A lot of fun seekers lost their lives because of this. The Pronteran Disciplinary Troop (acts as police on Prontera) was helpless. They were no match to the great mass-killer, Vional. It was only a few months ago when Relkan directly issued a ban to all the taverns and bars for Vional.
Kraveck repliedwhile a sneer krept on his face.
"So you'll definitely like me… consider that pettish act as an audition for your guild…"
