War Journal Day: 545 'Cleaning House'
We've now located the base of operations for the Titan's hand guild it seems they've been pilfering stuff from all the rich guilds in the area. Mainly rare items so we've had to tighten security around the inn we've been staying at as Sam is supposed be getting us a new rare weapon of some kind. She and the Sweet are out collecting the last of the required parts right now. When they get back we're going off to see the head man in charge of the knights of the Blood Oath guild to see what we can do about advancing the frontlines.
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Jack let out a long whistle as he looked up at the large white building that belonged to the Knights of the Blood Oath Guild. "It is quite impressive," said Simon as he, Jack and Jason stood outside the building right in front of the two door guards. "Alrigh' let's go," said Jason and the three tried to enter but the two guards crossed there spares blocking the doorway. "What is your business here?" One of the guards asked.
"We wanna' speak ta the man in charge," said Jack casually resting his arm on top of the guards shoulder. The tall red and black door was opened and a girl dressed in red and white stepped outside. "The Woodland Ranger what's going on here?" The girl asked stepping up to the guards who immediately stood to attention. "They wish to speak to the commander," said a guard and the girl turned around.
"We only want a minute of his time to discuss the major thefts in the area," said Simon and girl turned to look at him.
"Very well come on inside," said the girl and the rangers followed her inside.
As soon as the main door closed the girl almost smiled, "It's been a long time ranger what do you wish to see the commander for," said the girl also known as the vice-commander. Simon and Jason chuckled and Jack looked dumb struck as the group started up a long flight of stairs. "We've got information concerning Titan's Hand and we also want to discuss us joining the assault team up on the frontline," said Simon and the vice-commander nodded. The group reached another large door with two guards stood outside it.
"I'm afraid I must ask you to remove your weapons if you wish to see the commander," said the vice-commander waving a hand at a table placed over to one side. Jack and Jason looked to Simon and he nodded handing his sword over to the vice-commander. The three lads placed their weapons on the table and then they walked inside the commander's office.
Simon stood in the centre of the room with Jack and Jason slightly behind him while a large round table lay in front of him with five older looking men sat at the table. The man sat at what would be considered the head of the table nodded and Simon began with his report.
"As the leader of the most powerful and most respected guild in the game I thought it would be best that you receive the information that we have gathered on the guild Titan's Hand. From what we have seen they are trading for information on special and rare items at an inn called the 'Bootleg'. An inn which is rather popular with the members of your own guild which leads me to believe that they have members of their group working within your guild so I suggest that…"
The commander raised his hand to stop Simon then stared intently at the young man. "So you have come here to accuse loyal members of our guild to be nothing more than common thieves," said the commander and the table broke into hollow whispers.
"No I have merely come to warn you that they may have inside members within your guild and if it is true then what is there to stop the possibility that other red and orange guilds have members…"
The commander cut Simon short again by standing up. "I hope that you have some honest intentions inside you young man because you are driving my patience…" said the commander only to be stopped by Simon stepping forward and slamming both fists down on the table.
"For your information we also came to offer our help to the assault team up on the frontlines but after seeing how pig headed the commanders are. There isn't a snowballs chance in hell that I would let my friends be thrown into battle under your command!" Simon shouted at the disgruntled table.
"Guards throw them out!" The commander shouted and the large door opened and the two guards plus the vice-commander rushed inside.
"Take them lads," said Simon and he sprinted at the vice-commander. She held her rapier sword up in defence. Simon grabbed hold of each of her hands and smashed his forehead down onto the vice-commander's knocking her to the floor. "Sorry about that," said Simon then he continued walking out through the door.
Jason took his guitar off of his back and as a guard ran at him. Jason dodged to the side, smashed the guitar down on the guard's head and kicked him to the floor. Jason threw the piece of the guitar that was in his hand at the back of the guards head then walked out through the door with his hands shoved in his pockets whistling 'The British Grenadiers'.
Jack clicked his knuckles and readied himself as the other guard ran at him. Jack swiped the guard's spear to one side with the back of his arm then stepped forward to deliver a punch to the side of the guard's jaw sending the guard flying to the ground. Jack looked at each of the staring men sat at the table delivered a mock two fingered salute at the commander and walked out through the door not forgetting to give the first guard who was trying to stand up, a kick in the ass sending him back to the floor.
The three lads walked into the 'Bayou Country' Inn displeased with how the meeting went. The three sat down at their usual table in the far corner facing the door and ordered three glasses of water. "We were chassin' down the hoodoo there 'ay ranger," said Jason as he placed strings on a new guitar. "Wha' a fat load a bollocks it wa' an all," said Jack as he poured some orange powder from a small cloth bag into his glass of water.
"I'm sorry lads I made you waste all that time when we could have gone up to the frontlines and actually done something useful. It just goes to show we're better off sticking to what we do best," said Simon before downing his drink.
"Bu' wha' is it tha' we do best?" Jason asked as a string twanged as it snapped and he sighed.
"Yeah that's a good un'? I mean as a guild we've worked as rozzers, guides, guardians, park rangers, frontline soldiers an' now detectives. Wha' is it tha' we do best?" Jack asked as he drank his now cold beer.
"I don't know but I think we should focus on the frontlines now after all the end is slowly becoming in sight. In the week we have been here the frontlines are now at floor sixty one. So perhaps we should go up," said Simon.
"The only way is up," said Sam as she walked around the table and sat down next to Simon. The Swede squeezed herself next to Jack who kissed the side of her hooded face. "Ang on what's goin' on 'ere?" Jason asked puzzled as the Swede wrapped her arm around her boyfriend Jack.
"Didn' I tell ya we're datin'," said Jack and Jason held up his hands.
"Well if ya' swing tha' way."
"Swing wha' way?"
"Ay it's your life choice."
Jack gritted his teeth in a disgruntled smile as he slowly pulled back the Swede's green hood to reveal her long purple hair and soft features. "Well you're the prettiest man I'm ever seen," said Simon and he received a playful punch to the shoulder from Sam whom he hugged back.
"I guess I should have told you all sooner but I was afraid of what might happen especially during the early days of the guild," said the Swede looking down at the floor. Jack returned her hug and she smiled at him.
"So tomorrow we head up to the frontlines again," said Simon looking into each of the party's members. Each face showed a mixture of fear and resentment. "Come on let's all 'ave a drink," said Jack before getting up and walking over to the bar.
"Here I think this is yours," said Sam handing Simon a tall slender package out from her inventory. Simon took the brown package and stoop up. He opened the top and pulled out a long wooden object covered in emerald engravings.
"Wha' is it?" Jason asked leaning back on his chair.
"It's a rifle," said Simon as he stroked the long metal rifle barrel.
"It ain't like noo rifle I e'er seen," said Jack coming back to his seat with a round of drinks.
"It's a flintlock rifle," said Simon as he pulled the hammer back to full cock. Simon took aim at the stuffed and mounted fish that hung on the back wall. He pulled the trigger and the action went off causing a loud click to echo around the Inn. "It's one of a kind so you must take care when using it. Most people would see you as a cheater and that as one hell of a game mod," said Sam as Simon placed the rifle back in brown bag.
"Well I'm officially a beater now. Thank you Sam," said Simon before he and Sam shared a kiss on the lips.