Blazing Swords

[Attn: Rook]

Ashu stood in the corner where he could cast a shadow illusion over himself to make it as hard to spot him as possible, although he knew he couldn't hid himself that well. He stayed there waiting for the right moment where he could sneak to the board to check the quests that he could take, that's when he heard, "Silence, princesses." He figure that everyone's eyes would be on the guild leader; he walked at a quick pace around the tables to the board. He looked, hoping to see an assassination request.

Rook looks out at the members as the guild becomes silent. They all look up at him with expectation and he does not hesitate to give them what they are waiting for.

"Alright. As you have vaguely heard, the Dark Ascension Guild has taken something from us. Something...very special. As such, I've already sent the first team out with Brock in the lead to have a nice camp out next to their Guild Hall. I doubt they'll be pleased.

Additionally, I already have a shipment of supplies heading out to greet them, should they still be successful in their job. They are not to kill anyone unless Dark Ascension starts it. Period. I want to avoid death, but I want what was taken from us. An artifact, if you will.

So....I do, however, want to ready another team to go out there. We'll make this a competition. Whichever team brings me the artifact will get the highest pay. And, of course, it must be retrieved in methods that I can approve. I won't have a Guild War started over this is if I can avoid it.

Thus, anyone who thinks they have the balls to do this one--come to my office and let me know. I'll consider you for the second team. That's all, folks. Oh! And don't spread this info around to the other guilds, will you? Especially not Sheherazade."

With that, the Guild Master walks into his office and shuts the door, purposefully ignoring any questions that were shot in his direction about the artifact and the mission around it. As the door closes, the hall immediately becomes loud with chat and gossip about what the artifact could be and why the Guild Master is so determined to have it.

As Ashu searches the board during the distraction of the Master's announcement, he finds no assassination quests available. He does, however, find bodyguard requests, sentry requests, and a request from a man just down the road that is missing his cat.

Ashu looked threw the board, one, twice, a third time but found no assassination request on the board, he also felt eyes on him. He bawled up his fist as he went over the ones that were available to him. That's when he heard the news about artifact, he wanted to help but didn't know if he would do them any good by showing up.

His eyes were a huge problem for him, he wouldn't do as well out in the sun as he would in the dark, there was just something about it that bothered him somewhat and not because he lived underground and worked in the dark all his life either although that does play some kind of role.

[Attn: Rook, Sylmeria]

He rechecked the board one last time, he wanted to make sure he didn't overlook his kind of quest. He sighed in disappointment, he had to work as a team to get money, all he really cared about was.... He turned and went to the office, he knocked and proceeded to go in, he hoped that it would at least be just him and Rook, he also hoped he wouldn't have to say anything. When he walked in he saw someone, the name didn't pop up at the moment.

Rook smiles as Sylmeria walks in, standing up and giving her a small pat on the shoulder before he reseated himself and grabbed the cup of alcohol. He is still grinning from ear to ear until she mentions her purpose of being there. His expression drops to that of a frown.

"Sylmeria! What brings you to...oh. I see." Rook says, mildly disappointed. "You see, that's why I have you doing the books? So that I don't have to go over them?"

Just then, Ashu comes in and he smiles again, immediately moving his focus to the boy instead of to Sylmeria.

"Hey there, bud!" He greets, happy for the interruption, "How can I help ya? Want some beer?"

He only just realizes what he just offered the kid in front of Sylmeria and then cringes before adding: "Just kidding, of course."

[Attn: Rook]

When Ashu walked in he was shocked by greeting, raising his arm in front of him horizantly in front of him. He slowly lowered it when he Rook asked him if he wanted a drink. He shook his head to say no, then drifted back in to his normal stance. To show his respect he took off his mask, then bowed. As he did this he put his right hand to his left chest. "I came to take part in helping bring back this item that you want."

Rook looks aghast at Sylmeria's nonsensical suggestion. He shakes his head immediately, a determined and serious expression on his face as he says: "There are two things that you cannot ever be rid of in an army. Booze and women. They're like socks and boots--soldiers have got to have both.

Without such relevant accessories, the men have no morale, no drive! And as part of this guild, you should want such a drive, no? We must support our guild. Why don't you...uh...get rid of those stupid extra blankets? We don't need 'em! Sure, winter's comin' around, but the booze is what warms us up...and the women."

Then Rook looks over to what Ashu has to say and he raises his eyebrow slightly. Sure, the kid would be great in that area--the entire grounds around their Guild Hall was dark and shady all the damn time--but he's so young and this Guild is dangerous.

"What makes you think you're qualified for the job?" Rook asks simply.

Ashu answered the question with a voice that sounded obvious. "I'm an as....." He stoped in the middle of his sentence, he couldn't let them know who he was. "I am the darkness itself, I'm stealthy, and I have a slight of hand." He said. Young boy, he thought to himself as he raised the hood over his head and covered his face with the mask.

[Attn: All in Attendance in Rook's Chambers]

A gentle rapping on the door sounds through the room before it is opened and Gren steps in. He closes the door behind him then steps forward, stands at ready and places his hand on the pommel of his sword.

Gren is a member of the special forces and forward reconicesse corp, He is wearing his standard issue armor, shinned to a mirror polish, as well as his thick dark red dueling cloak. Taking off his helmet he tucks it under his other armpit, revealing short blue hair atop his disfigured face, he is missing most of his nose, an ear and his jaw is lopsided as if it was brutally broken and tended to poorly in the field.

He speaks in something of a slurred voice but keeps it slow to speak clearly. "General, Rook. Ver-s-alli said you neeed my service. Some tin envolvin." he pauses a second takes another breath then continues. "Mead-E-ation, D-A and Quin."

Rook is about to say something when Gren made his entrance. He smiles again, greeting the man with a nod of his head and listening to his words.

"Ah, excellent timing." Rook says with a smirk, "Symeria, Gren here is going to take you to Quinsenterra. We'll be requesting a diplomat, if you will, so don't come back without one.

It'll help with our...mediation between Dark Ascension and ourselves. See? I have thought of diplomatic issues, madam, you just have to be patient with me.

And Ashu, that sounds great, you'd definitely be fit for the next team. When I get more for your team, you'll be notified and will be able to head on out.

Gren....you can transport that many people? I most certainly hope so...."

[ATTN: Rook]

Gren tips his head to the side slightly, turning his ear towards Rook as he speaks. Gren groans uncomfortably and looking at both Sylmeria and Ashu he contemplates. "Quin, Far General. Take one, no' man nage two. N heed map for. Dest-i-nation. " he says his fingers drumming on his helmet to help him think.

He asks what to him is the most important question: "Sword's Honer at stake?"

Ashu noded, bowed, then turned to face the door. He walked out slowly to make sure Rook had nothing else to say then left, he liked being able to carry missions, it's what he grew up on. As he went in to the main room he bumped in to a few of the guild members.

He didn't feel so comfortable, he felt like he would blank out at any moment. He kept his calm though, finding his way to a shaded corner and sitting there, casting a shadow over himself again; he found himself doing this alot, it's no wonder why people hardly know him aside from him being new.

His shadow did serve him well as the people around him who were unawere like the drunk and the people who were buisy, he knew that someone would lay eyes on him, his cast only kept him well hidden, not invisible. He just hoped that they wouuld pass him by if they do see him, thats when he decided to look more in to the missing cat mission. He would come after that ounce he was finished with the team raid.

He did feel sorry for the other people of the first team, they didn't stand a chance against him and his unknown magic, he would trick people into believing that he was just a slight of hand genius, he was close to it but he had a long way to go. He meditates on what he might expect from the dark quarters, he had an idea that it would be his playground, dark places, poor lighting all throughout. All he really needed was to get a picture of what the item would be stored in.

Rook crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow after Ashu leaves the room. He seems quite skeptical of the girl's excuses, and frankly, he wasn't patient, either. This girl was--and let's face it--the only diplomatic type in all of Blazing Swords. After all of the repetitive letters they have sent to Quinsinterra, most of them being mockery and play at their "royal douche faces" (as Rook himself prefers to call them), the chances of getting a mediator were a little low. If anyone could get him a mediator or two, it would be her.

"You gonna turn down a requested mission by your Guild Master?" Rook challenges. At this, he also smirks confidently. She knows the penalty for doing something as silly as that. She'll get cleaning and garbage duty. She most certainly won't enjoy that.

[Attn: Sylmeria and Rook]

Gren watches the slight boy make his departure, then waiting as Sylmeria asks about mission perameters he lets out a chuckle, which makes his jaw pop rather loudly. He works it for a second till it feels comfortable again. "Gather equipment. One, hour, here. ' need talk tew Rook." he tells the girl who he will be escorting, answering any questions she has with a intense stare.

'I've always wondered why she was never placed in the logistics Core. Rook took an interest in her himself, she is outside most of command.' he thinks to himself.

Once everyone has left he will talk to Rook. "That boy need make work. Work hard, stop bad self-inflection." he notes about Ashu, Gren did rather dislike people wallowing in selfpity, and it looked like he was either that, or the boy was going to do something stupid.

"Gen Rook, show me where destination." he asks Rook, seeking his necessary information. After all he wanted to avoid as much trouble as possible. "For Swords I get them there, two o' four days. M'bands ill be empty a ter."

the corner of his lips catch and pull his face into a grotesque grin. "Beat, the soup train"

[ATTN: Rook, Sylmeria]

Gren looks up from the maps that he and Rook are going over, to see Rook's assistant enter the room. Looking at the suitcase he is not displeased, it appears she didn't attempt to try his patience. Nodding to Rook he straightens letting the map roll up naturally as his hands lift off.

"Time, Sylmeria." Gren walks back through the door she just entered, waving goodbye over his shoulder at Rook. He walks purposefully up the stairs to the tower, without concern that she is following. En-route a young soldier hands Gren his travel pack, also standard issue, which he slides over his shoulder without breaking stride.

Once outside atop of the tower Gren turns towards Sylmeria, the air around him shimmers like in a haze, the haze reaches out slowly engulfing them both. "Ready, Miss?" says the Admiral as he holds out his hand towards his charge. "Hope you skhipped Eatttin"

[ATTN: Sylmeria]

Sylmeria nods weakly and Gren releases the hold on his power. Inside his mind he pictures the destination, the direction, the distance, then an old memory of his wife. Once its all been done, his inner eye turns and they Shift.

[ATTN: EphPhoenix, Will be posting in Quinsenterra so pay attn there for my post]