[center][h2]Fresh Blood[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Tracyarmav[/i][/center]
[center]Day 1, Morning[/center] 
[center]Christian, Calder[/center]
[color=8882be][i]Calder opened the door, and ducked through as ordered, before closing the door behind him, perhaps a little harder than really necessary. He watched Christian as he moved from the window sill to his desk, considering the man whose service Calder had just joined. The Avatar of Storms did not disappoint, he was visibly a formidable person, though his aura of ... well his wealth of experience showed, and in a good way for a man leading a guild like this. Calder lumbered across the room, still playing the hulking brute for what it was worth, uncertain just how much the man before him could see through it. Falling gracelessly into the conjured chair, Calder spoke in a low monotone, clearly enunciating every word, though apparently with some difficulty.[/i][/color]

[color=8dc73f]"I am called Calder Dylan of late. You needed muscle, I wanted work. I'm not fond of fooormaaaaliities and would like to start right away. What tasks have you that I may do Stormlord?"[/color]

[color=f7941d][i]I consider Stormlord, he is a powerful entity and indeed a potential rival. IF I can myself become the Avatar of Water, a currently vacant position in the hall of avatars, but as of yet I had not made myself know to the Queen of Water. Hopefully after a few hundred years of working for the Stormlord I would be able to make an open bid for the position. That's not to say I would do nothing about it today, just that I would be careful to hide my hand as much as possible; including utilizing the stereotype "brute" that many people held, some of them unconsciously. Beings can't sell information they didn't know they had, and knowledge is power after all.[/i][/color]