The Majestic White Peak Guild Hall: A Tour of Grandeur and Power

Hello, I'm Miranda Hale, and today I'm thrilled to bring you an exclusive tour of the White Peak Guild Hall, a symbol of the Schnee family's extraordinary opulence and influence. Standing before the towering gates, adorned with shimmering alloys and precious gems, one can't help but be awestruck by the sheer magnificence that represents the legacy of this renowned guild.

As you step inside, the main hall unfolds into an awe-inspiring expanse. The ceilings, soaring into the mountain's embrace, are festooned with golden chandeliers, each a dazzling display of diamonds and sapphires. These luminescent fixtures cast a soft, regal glow across the hall, highlighting the intricate tapestries that line the walls. These artworks are more than mere decorations; they are woven chronicles of the guild's heroic lineage, each thread a testament to the glory and achievements of its members.

The flooring of the hall commands equal admiration. Crafted from the finest marble, it's a mesmerizing mosaic that narrates tales of valor and triumph. This artistic masterpiece guides visitors through the guild's storied past, inviting them to tread the same path as many legendary Huntsmen and Huntresses before them.

As one ventures deeper into the labyrinth of chambers and meeting rooms, each turn reveals a space more lavish than the last. The rooms, furnished with the rarest of woods and the softest of fabrics, are punctuated with artifacts from across the globe, each piece echoing the prestige and power of the White Peak Guild.

Beneath the opulence of these halls lies the legendary vault, a sanctum of untold riches and relics. While its contents remain a closely guarded secret, whispered rumors of its treasures contribute to the mystique that shrouds this illustrious guild.

This visit to the White Peak Guild Hall has been an unforgettable experience. The grandeur and history enshrined within these walls stand as a proud testament to the enduring legacy of one of Remnant's most powerful families. As we continue our tour, the awe-inspiring splendor of the White Peak Guild remains a vivid reminder of the heights to which ambition and skill can ascend.

Continuing our tour of the grand White Peak Guild Hall, I, Miranda Hale, have the unique opportunity to speak with a junior member of the guild, offering a glimpse into the life within these opulent walls.

Miranda Hale: "I'm here with Thomas, a newer member of the White Peak Guild. Thomas, could you share with us a bit about your role here?"

Thomas: (with a warm smile) "Certainly, Miranda. I handle various support tasks, primarily focusing on our community outreach programs and assisting with the logistics of our field missions. It's a role that offers both challenges and immense satisfaction."

Miranda Hale: "That sounds quite important. What's it like, being a part of such a prestigious guild, particularly one with the legacy of White Peak?"

Thomas: "Honestly, it's both an honor and a bit overwhelming at times. The history and responsibility we carry are palpable. Each day is a learning experience, working alongside some of the most skilled Huntsmen and Huntresses."

Miranda Hale: "With the guild's grandeur and high-profile members, does it ever feel overwhelming for someone in the earlier stages of their career?"

Thomas: (nodding thoughtfully) "Absolutely. The scale of achievements by our senior members sets a high bar. But there's a strong sense of camaraderie here. We're a community, and there's always guidance and support available."

Miranda Hale: "Speaking of community, White Peak has a mixed reputation regarding faunus rights. What's your take on that?"

Thomas's friendly demeanor falters slightly, a hint of discomfort crossing his face. Before he can respond, a sudden, almost electric shift in the atmosphere indicates the arrival of Celestia Schnee. The junior guild member's face pales slightly, a mix of reverence and unmistakable apprehension in his eyes.

Celestia Schnee: (with a playful smirk) "Discussing the little cogs in the big White Peak machine, are we?"

Thomas: "Mrs. Schnee, we were just—"

Celestia Schnee: "Don't worry. I'm just curious about what you're sharing with our guest."

Thomas nods, a respectful but cautious look in his eye, as Celestia turns her attention to me, the air around us charged with her commanding presence. She is a stunningly beautiful woman and I have to remind myself that she is over fifteen hundred years old. She wears a platinum tiara with inlaid diamonds that shine and shimmer with the soft light of the above chandeliers.

Miranda Hale: "Ms. Schnee, it's an honor to have you join us. We were discussing the guild's stance on faunus rights. Could you share your thoughts?"

Celestia Schnee: (her tone sharp, yet controlled) "Faunus rights? A topic that seems to gather more attention than necessary. While we don't discriminate, let's not pretend that all causes are equally noble or justified."

Her words, carefully chosen, still carry an underlying criticism. Thomas shifts uncomfortably, clearly unsettled by the turn of the conversation.

Miranda Hale: "And what about the Bellflower Massacre three years ago? Many say it was a turning point in faunus relations."

At the mention of the Bellflower Massacre, Celestia's demeanor changes instantly. Her eyes flash dangerously, and a palpable aura of anger emanates from her. I instantly regret the boldness of my question.

Celestia Schnee: (voice cold and menacing) "The Bellflower Massacre? You dare bring up that nonsense in my presence? Those foolish faunus were killed by a freak storm. Do not forget, Miranda, that my beloved grandson Whitley was brutally murdered by faunus extremists."

Thomas, overwhelmed by Celestia's intense aura, loses his composure and wets himself, an evident sign of his extreme fear.

I, Miranda Hale, find myself collapsing to my knees, unable to withstand the sheer force of her presence.

Celestia Schnee: "As long as I live, which, let me remind you, will be forever, I will never forgive them. They took away a part of my family, and that is something I cannot overlook or forgive. You will leave this guild. Now."

Her words hang heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the deep-seated pain and anger that fuels her stance on the faunus. Thomas is sobbing, a stark contrast to his earlier composure, while I struggle to maintain my professionalism under her intense scrutiny.

Celestia Schnee's departure from the interview is as impactful as her entrance, leaving a lingering sense of fear and awe. Her presence and words have left an indelible mark, a stark reminder of the complexities and deep-seated emotions that surround the issues of faunus rights within the White Peak Guild. As for me, I am grateful that I will live to see another day.

Miranda Hale, signing out.