A light haze of smoke cloaked the room the elderly man was sitting in. The meditative state held the uttermost focus, however looked unbelievably at peace at the same time. Alumortus was sitting in the center of this tranquil room. Several incense were littered around the room burning, thus explaining the haze of smoke laying over the room, he so peacefully meditated in.
Something in the gut of the old man, told him that new Hero's would surface very soon. Though this was a very common and familiar feeling. For Hero's showed themselves and took their leaves as they pleased or found necessary. On the contrast to the good, there was a feeling that was not so favorable.
Alumortus knew one of these days of this week, would be one of those days where Zypher showed back up. Alumortus tried not to be bias but sometimes it proved rather difficult. He saw the potential in the boy, but also the danger. A danger that he never wanted his children, his hero's to face.
(I'm just making this initial post with Alumortus to give people an idea on where he is to interact with. So people do not have to ask me, “where is the Guildmaster.” However it is not necessary that people do interact with him, meaning people can operate out of the guild for years, before they get direct orders from him or even interact with him.)
The wretched screams echoed throughout the surrounding area as Zypher moved in almost a hypnotizing fashion. A utterly weak but still visible smile was etched into his expression as he sundered the yoma' before him. “You all must learn, the path of a Yoma, ends with a claymore.” Was uttered from Zyphers lips soon after he de-limbed a Yoma and held his massive claymore against its neck. “PLEASE SHOW MERCY! I WAS ONLY GOING TO TORTURE THE HUMANS OF THIS VILLAGE! I PROMISE!!!!” Tears rolled down the eyes of the Yoma, however no mercy was shown. “It sickens me, how swift you fiends are to beg for a life. You so un-righteously posses!” As he finished his sentence, he beheaded the foe.
Swinging his sword to remove the blue blood that was a yoma's. He sheaths the massive claymore behind his back. His armor clanked and shook as he walked near the exit of the village. As he took his leave, the residents of the town exited from hiding. However not to cheer in the name of Zypher and his good deeds. All of them stood in utter fear, as they watched Zypher leave.
Before he could fully take his leave, a man obviously the one in charge of the village or city stepped in front of Zyphers path. “Now do us a favor claymore. Keep on walking. And don't come-” Before the man could keep speaking, Zypher cut him off. “Yea, yea, I know the drill. Stay away unless the yoma come out to play. I know the routine, I get it in every town I go though.” The mans fear quickly turned into aggression. “Good, or the consequences will be dire. The protection of The Guild doesn't stretch for you out here.” Standing next to the leader or mayor he chuckled and stopped. “I would seriously doubt, if you cannot handle a few yoma. That you can have even the slightest chance of slaying me.” It was obvious when Zypher stopped walking, the man who was talking down to him almost released his bowels in fear. Chuckling at the mans ignorance, Zypher kept on walking towards The Guild.
Walking down a path in a rather lush forest. Zypher knew this trail rather well, due to the fact it was one of the less favored trails or less traveled paths within this forest. More importantly Zypher knew this trail would eventually take him to The Guild itself.