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~@13org (BST)~

Eilidh was utterly awestruck as you revealed your true self to her. She said nothing, completely attentive, as you talked about your many names, your search of knowledge, your many discoveries, everything. Once all was said and done, and the two of you were in your personal castle located in another dimension, it was Eilidh's turn to talk.

"It doesn't matter how many names I used, how many different people I was and how many lives I lived. For you, I will always be your Bast, Eilidh."Bast Ragoczy

The Centaur smiled, one that almost shone with sincerity. She approached closer to you and replied in almost a whisper. "And I will always be your Eilidh, Bast." Eilidh then closed her eyes and leaned her face forward to yours. Your lips then felt something soft.

So ends Bast's days on the Guild but it was not the end of his story. In fact, it was the beginning of another chapter. One that he would share with a certain Centaur.

"Sooo... Do you have a favorite name among all of those?"

~@Restalaan (YNG & DIT), @AzureKnight (VRA & NAG), @Lmpkio (TCA & MOR), @ShwiggityShwah~

Bart was enraged when three of the guild members took Neil's side. However, when Titanica boomed and gave him the scolding of a lifetime, he relented. More from intimdation rather than realization. After being released from the monstrous grip, it came to a surprise when Yang appeared to take his side, explaining Bart's position. However, she then attempted to take the blame for the matter.

"Which is why, seeing as I was the one who took the job first. Guildmaster Bart, I take full responsibility for this, all actions and consequences are mine to bear. Thus, you may expel me as you see fit. I only ask, that you do not lay the fault with the rest. I, and I alone, should have taken the firmer stance. Your kindness, and willingness to give a chance for all of us, was something I'll never be able to repay despite all my blunders. Therefore, may perhaps you spare that chance to others as well?"Yang Bethlehem

Bart's anger had waned somewhat but the monk had reignited it. "You think I'm real stupid, don't you Yang?" He snarled at her. "You don't think I see what you're trying to do? Trying to take one for the team? You're not really on my side, you're on theirs." He told her, assuming Yang's true thoughts on the matter. "F*** off." He intentionally bumped Yang as he stormed off to the second floor.

"Ditzy earned this, Ditzy can also do more errands. So please, don't be mad?"Ditzy Stoneclub

The guild master scoffed as he continued to walk away, ignoring the pouch that had been offered to him.

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"Well, that was a thing..." Neil sighed.

Talia was next to speak, still unnerved though from Titanica's voice. "Sir Bart really does not like the risk of being detected by Varjo, does he? I understand that Varjo is an unhinged nation with equally unhinged leaders but I doubt they are reckless and stupid. Well, completely reckless and stupid." Talia corrected herself. "What I mean to say is, as a small organization with little in the way of... anything, I don't think Varjo would spend effort on us. Especially since we have mighty monsters among us."

"I-I agree. Even if they try to deal with us, with people like T-Titanica, Vară, Nagare and... well, practically everyone except me, we-we'll be more trouble than we're worth." Neil added in. "In short, I don't think Varjo will go after us. You know, so long as we don't actually besiege them or kill anyone important or become a really bad nuisance."

"T-Titanica?"Morgan

In additon to Titanica, Neil also noticed. "Oh, hi Morgan." He smiled sheepishly. "Well, here's Titanica like I said." He used his hands to gesture at the kaiju as if he was showing her off. An attempt at comic relief to bring tensions down.

"As for the screaming, well, can you guys tell her? I'm spent..."

~@13org (FYR)~

As you walked away from the guild, both literally and metaphorically, a voice stopped you. "Freyr? Where are you going?"

Haley flew over to you, unaware of your intentions. "Getting a breath of fresh air? I don't blame ya. Back there? Whooo." She stretched her indigo-feathered wings out a bit. "Someone's a little cranky, don't you think? Hahaha!" She laughed. You felt that this was the Siren trying to shake off the confrontation off her skin. "I didn't peg him like that at first but I guess we shouldn't judge books by their cover."

"But... I don't regret it." Haley continued. A new topic, a somber smile on her face. "We saved those people from a terrible fate. They cheered for us, it felt like we were making a difference." She faced you. "Bart may have a point but I didn't care."

~@BKburke, @Stern Algorithm~

Vivian, Sylvia and John, coincidentally, arrived at the same time at the location where Bart had told you to go. In the crisp and cool hours of the morning, they came to see a structure of stone and steel and iron. It was a design reminiscent of Dwarven architecture that they have likely not seen but only read. However, in the front, what was supposed to be the entrance into the building was a noticeable hole that was clearly not intended to be there.

Also in front of the structure were two figures. One was a teenaged boy in the attire and gear of a typical adventurer while the other was a woman who a pair of wings. She had black scales covering some of her body and her limbs were clearly reptilian in appearance. She was a Dragon. She also wore clothing composed of black and white colors. The two talked for a bit before the Dragon spread her wings and flew to the sky and into the distance.

"Oh, hello there." The boy greeted the newcomers. He appeared to be sad and was only forcing out a smile. "Welcome to the Guild. We accomplish requests of any kind... with exceptions... and-and, and be compensated for it." He was finding his words as he spoke. "How can we help you? Have you come to post a request?"

PROLOGUE

~ @A Lowly Wretch @ShwiggityShwah @Veradana @Eisenhorn @DocROck ~

*CLING*

*CLANG*

*CLANG*

"Wake up! Wake up!" You were all roused awake by the ringing noise of your prison bars being hit and the loud noise of the guard. "It's breakfast!"

Guards flooded into the area as your cells were unlocked. Leaving your cell was one of the few moments you likely enjoyed. The cells were dreary, barely-lit. It was small, compact and did not have much room to move around. The cold cobblestone floor was practically your bed with only a thin, dirty mat to sit between the floor itself and your resting head.

The guards, in their black and gold armors and helmets, entered your cell and dragged you out and pushed you to the other prisoners. They put cuffs on your wrists and your ankles. Some of you could actually break out of them but you realize that doing so will only invite pain and probably much harsher treatment from those who had subjugated you.

Putting you in a single-file line, you were marched out of the cell blocks and into a hall filled with long wooden tables, the cafeteria hall. Looking around, you also see other lines of prisoners of varying shapes and sizes, no doubt from other universes King Kazzok had conquered. Your line was sat on one of the tables and the gruel was served. 

It had been like this for several days now. You probably wondered if this was how you will spend the rest of your life. But you all noticed something different this time. The guards were fewer and more relaxed. During the first days, the guards were almost literally watching you eat. Their oppressive eyes even prevented you from speaking with your fellow imprisoned.

But now, they watched you from a distance. Even chatting amongst themselves and paying little mind to their charges.

Could this be it? An opportunity for escape? An opening to something more? Will you seize it?

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