Fantasy Guilds at War (1x1 with Sasher)

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A rivalry that's survived generations, a viciousness that boils deep into the pits of each members soul. As the hatred is inherited through the years, the war has become more violent, more twisted.
The Guild of Ash has decided to take the next step, to kidnap the daughter of the Guild-Master for the Guild of Flame. With his daughter in their hands, they can finally dominate and control the Guild of Flame, ending a centuries-lasting war that has never had a victorious party.
Though, what is said in plans always goes smoother than the act itself. What the Guild of Ash hasn't prepared themselves for, is a daughter as strong as her father.
Who will win this war, or will peace ever be achieved? Can two rivals soothe the pain and hatred for each other? Or will they only stoke the fires of war? ​

𝕹𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝕮𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝕺'𝖉𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖊
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𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝒚 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖚𝖓𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊, 𝕮𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖐𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊. 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊, 𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋𝖋 𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖓𝖙, 𝖎𝖋 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖙. 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖆𝖉𝖊, 𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖊𝖘𝖓'𝖙 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖐. 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖔𝖙-𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉, 𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖚𝖉𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖚𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘, 𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖜𝖐𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘. 𝕭𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖗, 𝕮𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕬𝖘𝖍, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞, 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖉𝖔 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖔𝖗. 𝕬𝖓𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖜𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖋, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖘 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖈𝖗𝖚𝖊𝖑 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉, 𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖙.
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𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖆 𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘, 𝕮𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖔𝖙𝖍 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖒. 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝕮𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖜𝖆𝖘 12, 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖗𝖒 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖆 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖆𝖘𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖊- 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙, 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕮𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖔𝖞 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖗𝖒 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉. 𝕬 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖔𝖞, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖘, 𝖙𝖔 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖎𝖉- 𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘. 𝕮𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖌𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞, 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙. 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖜 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝕮𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖌𝖊𝖉. 𝕳𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖙, 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖓𝖗𝖞, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊, 𝕮𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖆 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖟𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓 𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉-𝖙𝖔-𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖆𝖙. 𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞, 𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖍𝖎𝖒𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋 𝖆 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕬𝖘𝖍, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖘 𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕽𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙-𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉-𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗.
𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖉𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖊 𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊, 𝖇𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗-𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕲𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖘, 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝕾𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕲𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊.
𝕷𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖘 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝟔'𝟔 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝟐𝟒𝟎 𝖕𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖊, 𝕮𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙. 𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖐𝖊, 𝕮𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖕 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖎𝖓, 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖞 𝖇𝖊 𝖎𝖓. 𝕬 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖐, 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖚𝖒𝖓 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖙, 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖘𝖐𝖎𝖓. 𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘, 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖔 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖇𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖛𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖘𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖆 𝖒𝖆𝖏𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒, 𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖛𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉 𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖘 𝖜𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞, 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖘𝖐𝖚𝖑𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖍.

 

[LadyLoki752]

A scrape broke the evening silence of the forest, a second scrape followed as a calloused hand drug a whetstone across the blade edge of an axe. A breeze rustled through the foliage and cooled the damp skin of Ciaran, who sat perched on a moss-covered log, sharpening his blade. Another scrape echoed through the night, and the incoming boom of thunder halted the man's hand movements momentarily before continuing the rhythmic motions, almost as if it was a soothing method, as if stroking a dog.
The night was warm, too warm, and Ciaran had peeled off his shirt and draped it over the log he sat on, which was beginning to cave beneath his weight, occasionally crackling beneath him.
The moon that fought to shine through the nearing storm clouds shone across the axe's blade, illuminating Ciaran's reflection, where he caught sight of his own smoke-colored eyes, dark shadows beneath them showing his exhaustion. With all of the upcoming plans, Ciaran's duties have doubled, and his nighttime routine suffered because of it. This is more important He thought to himself, his thoughts drifting towards the Guilds next plan of action, the kidnapping of a rival that could end this war once and for all.

With an absent-minded smirk ghosting along his features, Ciaran halted his hand movements, and stood up, retrieving his shirt, pocketing his whetstone, and beginning his trek back to the Guild Hide-out.
The Guild of Ash preferred the forest, hiding from plain sight and nosey citizens or Kingdom guards.
The Guilds Scouts were attuned to the woodlands, able to move noiselessly through the brush, and perch in trees during their reconnaissance missions.
Ciaran himself, however, was not as lithe as their Scouts, and his boots left loud echoes through the night as he trudged back to their manor.
What he lacked in physical grace, he made up for in combat, his brutality and movements almost feline-like, yet held the viciousness of a Berserker, a trait he was proud of, after years of training and fighting, he'd never say he'd perfected the art of combat, but he sure has overcome many foes.

Arriving back to the hideout, Ciaran let himself inside, the aged brick home was dimly lit with candelabras that flickered across the climbing moss and ivy as he went through the narrow hall into the den, which had a few passed-out members, empty cups and bottles surrounding them. With a suppressed eyeroll, Ciaran trudged through the manor until he approached his room, locking himself inside and seating himself on the edge of his bed. With both hands, Ciaran combed his hair from his damp face, looking at the ceiling while deep in thought. This needed to go perfect, with no room for error. It had been decided that he'd accompany a few of the Rogues on this quest, as he was the best fighter in the Guild. To eliminate potential roadblocks, Ciaran would be the one who nab the girl. How boring he thought it'd be, taking a helpless heiress, but he could guarantee a successful raid. Another absent smirk, and Ciaran collapsed back onto his bed, and shut his eyes for the first time in days, his mind finally shutting down for a moments sleep.

The next morning, Ciaran woke with a start, the guttural sound of thunder echoed through the stone manor, and startled him. Rubbing his eyes and pushing his stiff body into a standing position, Ciaran stretched, joints popping as they adjusted to the change in position, and his muscles tightening.
After readying himself for the day, Ciaran stepped out in all black, his black mane tied back loosely down his back, and his axe slung on his side, the intricate carvings on the handle and metal reflecting the candlelight.
Today was the day, and Ciaran found his hands itching for the potential battle they'd be walking into while infiltrating the Guild of Flame. Today was going to change everything.

 

[Sasher]

Autumn was a guild masters daughter, specifically the Guild of Flame. It was a very powerful Guild with numerous allies but also their enemies. Especially one in particular thay have just started going to war with.

Autumn was helping her father and the bartender to help clean up the mess the drunken men and women made of the bar. She helped pick up glasses, bottles, and trash. She swept the floors and cleaned the counters. Once her nightly duties was done she said goodnight to her father and the bartender before going to the upstairs of the guild hall where her and others room were located. She walked into her room and closed and locked the door behind her.

Once she was safe in her room for the night she heard the sprinkling of rain starting to tip and tap against her window. She started up her fire place to keep her self warm. She looked at herself in her vanity mirror before making her way to her private bathing chambers. She undressed herself if her clothing for that day and looked at herself in the mirror. She had a long silver necklace with a bright purple gem on it. She carefully took off the necklace and placed it on her sink. Her long brown hair turned silver, her emerald green eyes turned lilac, and her tan skin turned Grey, her already long and pointy ears become longer. She looked at herself in the mirror, she had to keep her true looks a secret, she was a very old and rare breed of Elves that are kept as slaves or pets if caught because of there beautiful skin, hair, and eyes. All of the remaining Lunas Elves remain disguised, she and her father are the only ones who know who she truly is.

After a long well needed bath she stepped out and get dressed and ready for bed, she turned out her light sources and fell asleep in her comfortable bed.

In the morning she was awoken by a loud crackle of lightning and thunder. It took her a while to drag herself out of bed. She goes to grab her necklace and clips it back around her neck, her hair goes brown, eyes goes green, skin goes tan. She sighs as she looks at herself in the mirror for a while before putting on a pair of black leggings and black long sleeved shirt. Before putting on the rest of her outfit she slides her trusty red stoned dagger into the sheath on her thigh. She slides into a skirt and a flowy blouse. She fixes her hair up in a braid and puts the rest of her jewelry on. Last thing before she leaves her room is a pair of black worn out boots.

She makes her way down stairs to help with breakfast and morning duties.

 

[LadyLoki752]

Entering the dining area, Ciaran approached one of the female scouts, her hair was slick with the morning rain, her clothes damp as she sat near the fireplace, drying herself off. Offering her a cup of brewed coffee, he perched on the edge of a stool, resting his elbows on his legs as he leaned forward, staring into the flames while scouring over every inch of the plan in his mind, leaving no room for error.
"Are you ready for today?" The female scout asked Ciaran, wringing out her leather gloves.
Ciaran glanced at her and lifted a shoulder in a half-assed shrug, "Piece of cake, just a spoiled heiress," He told her, his Scottish accent mulling over his words, making them gruff.
After an hour, the Scouts began filling the room, eagerly talking amongst each other and eating cooked venison that must have been hunted the night before.
Ciaran walked outside, the scouts accompanying him in a line out the door, some finishing the last bites of their food, others gearing up with their bows and knives.
Turning on his heel, Ciaran faced his team for the day, and folded his arms over his broad chest, "Do not take this lightly, this job can change the direction of this battle. This can be the end of us, or the end of them, and I haven't trained you all as long as I have to accept failure," His voice skewered the otherwise peaceful morning, and set an uneasy silence amongst the scouts. Despite his gruffness, Ciaran's voice held a tone of determination and pride for the Guildmates surrounding him.

An hour after, Ciaran stood beside a large Oak, his shoulder brushing the rough bark, still damp from the morning dew. In the branches of the Oak, two scouts perched among the canopy, bows in their hands, an arrow notched as they scouted the area, looking at the Guild of Flame's hideout. There were a few of their own scouts pacing outside, doing their morning duties and some conversating while they smoked or ate.
Ciaran's hand rested on his axe, tapping the handle in anticipation, waiting.
At some point, their target would come outside, and until then, they would wait patiently.

 

[Sasher]

Autumn looked around the guild hall and still saw the members still passed out from the night before. She goes over to her father and the morning bartender to help get breakfast ready for everyone. She helped where she could but eventually ran out of work to do. She walked over to her father "I'm going out into town to run some errands and pick up some things, do you need anything?" Autumn looked at her father that was working on some paperwork in his office. "Not that I can think of at the moment, hun," The guild master said being stressed without the paperwork, and stress that comes with running a guild but also being one that's at war with another. "Alright, Love you, Dad" Autumn said before closing the door to his office. She went and grabbed her handmade sachel with some coins and a few potions in case she runs into anything dangerous. She eventually opens the door of the guild hall and goes down the steps with the heels of her boots clicking, her hair flowing with the strong winds. After she leaves the view of the guild hall she goes down a long gravel path that takes her straight to the village. This specific path always made her uncomfortable so she got a bottle full of a mixture of peppers and a bunch of hot herbs, if she threw this bottle it wouldn't kill anyone but it sure as hell would burn for a long time.

She walks at a slow pace enjoying the sun and the scenery of the trail there are critters roaming around and going on about their day. She hears some crinkling in some bushes and stops in her track and looks over to where she heard the sound. She put her hand into her sachel to grab the bottle just in case she needed to use it. She saw a brown bunny with some babies hop out from the bush and run across the gravel road she was walking. She sighed with relief.

 

[LadyLoki752]

The wait paid off, and eventually the door opened and a woman exited. Cocking his head and watching, Ciaran began to tail her, walking at a slow pace to avoid loud noises. The lead scout leapt ahead of Ciaran, leaping branch to branch, tree to tree, following closely behind Autumn.
Arrow nocked in her bow, ready to ambush her. She wouldn't shoot her if she could avoid it, but if a fight was to happen, she wouldn't hesitate to put an arrow in her leg.
Ciaran tailed behind, eventually leaving the cover of the brush and standing directly behind Autumn on the path, blocking the way back to the Guild Hall. While two of the scouts leapt out of the canopy and stood in front of Autumn, bows at the ready.
Taking a step forward, Ciaran rested his hand on his axe, "So this is the Heiress". He stated, accent thick.

"Now princess, let's not make this an ordeal, and you just come with us," The female scout in front said, smirking.

Ciaran took another step closer, "Like she said, just come along and no one has to get hurt," his voice was dripping with malice at this point, as if he was disgusted to even be near an enemy like Autumn. Not yet seeing what she even looked like, he started side stepping slowly, attempting to get a look at the Heiress.

 

[Sasher]

She hears them behind her and she stops dead in her tracks as dread fills her soul and her body. Her hand was still in her satchel she grabbed the bottle in her hand and slipped it into her sleeve. She turns around and slides her hand out of her satchel and puts her hand in front of her so they won't overreact if her hands weren't showing. This situation has been embedded in her head since she was young and she knows the drill and how these people work. She had her cloak on and she was over her head. When she turned around the wind knocked it over he could see her brown hair in a braid over her shoulder and long eyelashes that covered her emerald green eyes, and tan skin that showed she spend a good amount of time out in the sun.
It was a slight surprise when they saw just a normal woman, wearing normal guild clothes, and not some princes that were dressed to the nines. She looked down at her pretending to look at the ground but really making sure her silver necklace was hidden, if they removed her necklace and found out who she really was would make her even more valuable then, even more than the war between the two guilds.
"Yes, How can I help you?" She eventually spoke softly but loud enough to not draw any attention but just loud enough for them to hear her. "If you are here to rob me I don't have much, but if this is about the war... then I don't know what else to tell you" Autumn spoke again knowing what would happen to her if they were here because of the war.

One of Ciaran's followers walked up he was a tall skinny bout that looked barely 18, he had black hair and just as dark eyes. "Boss," He said referring to Cieran "We have some travelers about 10 minutes away," He said warning his leader about approaching possible witnesses

 

[LadyLoki752]

Ciaran watched the subtle movements the Heiress made, unsure of what she was doing, just noting that she was trying to make herself seem as innocent as possible. A facade as strong as his own. When the young Scout warned him of incoming travelers, Ciaran nodded, "Then lets get this over with. Take her," He said, gesturing to the Scouts. He was honestly testing the situation, to see if she would lash out and attack the Scouts, before he'd step in. Why waste his energy if he didn't have to.
Watching as the female scout began to approach hesitantly, bow still drawn and aimed at Autumn, she said- "Alright, let's get moving, into the woodline, follow the Boss" She said, gesturing towards Ciaran, who now had his arms folded over his broad chest, watching Autumn with eyes that never missed a detail. She was dressed rather plainly considering who she was, was it to hide her status? Or perhaps the Guild wasn't doing as good as they pretended.
Regardless, something was off about her, and Ciaran was weary, watching every movement made, asserting his dominance and control over the situation.

 

[Sasher]

Autumn accessed the situation and knew if she tried to run now it wouldn't end well for her, that she would get hurt or maybe worse. She looked at each person that was there in the group and made mental notes to herself. She still has the dagger strapped to her thigh but she couldn't get to it at this moment because of the skirt and her cloak, but at least she had them and the bottle up her sleeve. She's going to wait for the perfect moment to try to escape. She knew if they continued along this path they would be coming up to a mountain that had a waterfall. When she was a child she and her friends would jump off the cliff into the water for fun, but for now, she played it cool.
She followed the group without defying and tries to keep the weak and innocent facade up until the time was right. They were walking down the gravel path and they were slowly making their way up the mountain, this was the only way to leave and enter the town where the guild was located.
The young boy that notified them fell behind the group to keep an eye on things from behind. As they were walking Autumn was cautious and still trying to think of a plant.

 

[LadyLoki752]

Ciaran spun on his heel, casting one last steely glance at Autumn before leading them into the treeline, ducking under a hanging oak branch. "When we get back, frisk her," He told the female scout, having the decency to at least have a female do the job of searching the Heiress.
"You'll put her in one of the spare rooms, and she's not to be harmed. She can think of this as a little vacation if she wants, but make sure the doors locked and a guard is at her door," he concluded, the scout giving him a nod of confirmation before falling back to follow him.
Ciaran tapped his axe on his side rhythmically, a self soothing movement.
As they approached the cliffside, the sound of the waterfall got louder, and the mist that rose from the splashing cooled Ciaran's face, a pleasant break from the heat and humidity of the forest.
Slicking his now damp hair from his face, Ciaran turned to face the group, "So tell me, Heiress, what is your grand plan?" He asked, his steely gaze settling on her. "No one gives up as easily as you have. So what do you have planned", he asked, a mocking smirk planted on his face.

 

[Sasher]

She sits down on a stump next to where the river goes over the cliff that the waterfall, she decides to take off her shoes to relax her feet, these shoes were not meant for walking. "I don't know what your talking about" Autumn spoke softly and looked up at him from her feet with a deer in headlights look. She goes back to massaging her aching feet being sliding her shoes back on.
The young boy, "She looks weird, I was expecting a..... I don't know... not her" The new scout said not thinking before he spoke. His partner "Uvri, you need to learn to stop talking" The quiet boy that follows behind Uvri was like a lost puppy, he was shorter but blond and had blue eyes. "Clement, You need to learn not to have a stick up yo-" Uvri got interrupted mid-sentence by getting hit with a stick by clement being pissed off with his companion.

Autumn used the boys as a distraction to slowly scoot closer to the edge of the cliff and she slide the bottle back down to her hand so that when shes ready it'll be in hand.

 

[LadyLoki752]

Ciaran's sharp gaze followed her movements before he turned on the rambling boys, "Enough," He told them sharply, "And perhaps don't use your names in the presence of a Prisoner?" He offered them, his voice less harsh, more amused now. The care for the boys was apparent, one weakness that showed through his facade.
Catching a small glimpse of movement from Autumn, he returned his attention back to her, "Stand up, Little Bird," He ordered, the nickname given to her already amusing him internally, because she fit it.
Dipping his hands into the river, Ciaran straightened and ran the water over his head, through his hair, cooling himself off. Droplets rolled down his face and back, causing a line of gooseflesh to welt up along his skin from the sensation.
Shaking out his long hair, Ciaran rolled his shoulders and said, "Alright, lets continue," Though his suspicious gaze lingered on Autumn for a moment longer.

 

[Sasher]

The two boys turn a light shade of pink being embarrassed by being called out but following along with the group. Autumn stays behind as long as she cants before someone notices her not moving whoever is closest to her she throws the bottle at them and they get covered in a red substance that's burning their skin if it got on their face that's gonna be a nightmare. Before anyone else could get closer she decided to jump off the cliff into the giant water down below. She went into the water with a loud and big splash and she started swimming underwater to help conceal her. She eventually swam out of a sigh.
When she knew she was out of sight she pops her out from under the water to finally get some oxygen, she swims through the waterfall where a small dark cave was located that was hidden by the flowing water. She crawls onto the floor and lays there exhausted from swimming and holding her bread. She quickly tears off her skirt and cloaks so she's just wearing a long sleeve shirt and black pants she gets her dagger unsheathed and decides to hide out in here so no one really knows about this cave. She realizes there's a deep gash on her leg from a sharp rock she hit on her way down, she tears her skirt and uses it to wrap around the cut as best as possible. She stays in the darkest spot of the cave with the dagger held to her chest while trying to quiet breathing. She hears the yelling and commotion from the group she just ran from.

Back up on the top of the cliff, Uvri ran over to the person who got hit with the bottle. "What the hell just happened, she through some weirdly slimy shit and threw herself off a cliff" He said pointing out the obvious. Clement followed behind uvri and grabbed a spare shirt to try to clean up the person and there face but ends up making it worse

 

[LadyLoki752]

Watching the events unfold, Ciaran didn't move, he watched and waited, through the concoction burning his young scouts, to his target diving off of a cliff.
"Get yourselves cleaned up and back to the Guild-Hall, I'll take care of this," He told them, then walked to the edge of the waterfall, scanning the area below. Below the mist, he saw blood flowing down the river, originating from within the waterfall. "Wonder whats behind the falls, then," He mused to himself, then backed up a few paces and in a lunge, dove off of the cliff and into the water below. Surfacing, Ciaran flipped his hair out of his face, and descended behind the waterfall. The cave was dark, the sound of the falls echoing loudly around them. If she was in here, it was a smart, desperate hiding place.
"Alright, Little Bird, come on out," He called, a smirk on his face.
"The scouts are gone, I'm not gonna hurt ye, too damn wet and cold for all that," He added, removing his axe and setting it against a rock, which he then sat on. Removing his boots and dumping water out of them, he peeled off his wet shirt and sat it aside, his scars and tattoos now visible.
"Ye, I may be kidnapping you, but that's halted til I dry the Hell off. You're bleeding and not going to escape me, so might as well come let me look at what you injured in this stupid attempt," He said to the empty air, eyes on his boots that he sat against the rock beside his axe, and shaking his wet hair out.

 

[Sasher]

She can see pretty well in the dark, but it's not at its full potential while wearing the necklace, but she had to deal with it. She watched him steadily going about and removing his clothes, She thought to herself how he could have known she was bleeding, she didn't think she left any blood spots behind. She's going to sit in the dark little corner until she's caught, whenever she is she has a dagger for him. She was fine being quiet and still hiding but while Ciaran was sitting there doing his thing. She ended up wanting to be curious and looked at him and his body which was covered in scars and tattoos, but she didn't find it unappealing which scared her a bit. She stared for a second too long because the next thing she knew she was making eye contact with him.