Inside each Guild Office, regardless of its island origin, a sense of comforting familiarity greets every visitor. A grand fireplace, ablaze with vitality, dominates the far wall, its flames waltzing in a hypnotic rhythm. Above, wooden rafters proudly hoist banners representing various Kingdoms and Legendary Adventurers. Bookshelves laden with wisdom and tales grace the walls, while a lively board showcases the latest challenges and bounties, summoning the valiant.
The air hums with anticipation, a tangible energy throbbing within the hearts of the assembled. Hopeful applicants, their faces aglow with dreams and determination, await their Guild Plate. Conversations hum with excitement, weaving plans for the next dungeon adventure, filling the room with the symphony of possibility. Some stand stoically, clutching their completed tasks, ready for the approving nod from the returning Bounty Master.
This specific Guild Office found its place in the southwestern corner of the Western Kingdom of Wylop, nestled on the island of Sidra, within the heart of the city of Chaní. While Wylop's reputation as the adventure kingdom echoes far and wide over the island, it's Taurean Village to the North that truly personifies this spirit. The village and its Lycans stand out as some of the island's most exceptional adventurers, even in their hidden state.
Sidra, often called the Land of Mans, once solely belonged to Humans. However, the arrival of Uthol Forest Elves from the island of Vol reshaped its destiny, introducing Humans to the new enigmatic arts of magic that had emerged all throughout Arrithia.
Among the Humans, Taurus Maller emerged as an unparalleled figure, his arrogance painting him as a deity of sorts, endowed with unmatched mastery of magic. His obsession with immortality led him down the treacherous road of forbidden techniques, delving into the realm of Blood Magic. His aim: to blend his blood with that of an Elf, thus amplifying his magical prowess. But the experiment spiraled into calamity. Stripped of his blood and cursed with an unquenchable thirst for it, he became the first Vampire.
Sidra's evolution unfolded as a haven for Humans, Vampires, and Elves united, coexisting harmoniously. Over time, however, the Human population dwindled as more Vampires were created and their hunger for supremacy grew. The impending threat pushed the Uthol Elves to the forefront, leading to a brewing conflict.
The Battle of Four Armies, now a pivotal chapter in history, witnessed Elves and Humans joining forces against the Vampires, while also witnessing the birth of the inaugural Lycans.
In the midst of the storm, Elf Nieven recognized the impending dominance of Elves and reached out to her kin for aid. Amidst rejection, one Elf from the MoonShadow tribe, separate from the Uthol, heeded her call. Beneath the full moon's gaze on the second night of battle, they transformed Human Marduk and his three loyal soldiers into the first Lycans, shifting the balance in favor of the Humans. Victory was secured, and the eruption of all-out war averted.
The Vampires were relegated to Centalará, a central kingdom on the island, where they remained exiled. The curse inflicted by the Elves trapped them there, a sentence of death if they dared step beyond. Yet, some dared to escape, defying the curse, and Humans still lived in constant fear.
Dysixsyx, exploiting this fear, seized power by conjuring the illusion of another imminent conflict. He declared himself Emperor, coercing the Elves to encase Centalará within a magic barrier. He outlawed Lycans from embracing their Werewolf forms and restrained Elves within their Northeastern Kingdom of Hier. Generations passed, memories of Vampires, Lycans, and Elves faded, and the origins of Centalará's barrier morphed into mere protection against a long-lost dungeon breach gone awry.
Amidst the vibrant congregation of the Guild Office, Zero emerges as a distinct figure. His rugged ebony skin stands in stark contrast to his radiant purple eyes, windows to a universe of mysteries. Tightly bound silver hair crowns his head, held in place by a tattered white scarf. His black vest bears sleeves roughly removed, their frayed remnants dancing upon his shoulders. The jagged edges of his black trousers hint at a life embroiled in adventure, unveiling burn scars encircling his ankles and drawing attention to his bare feet – feet that have tread paths few dare traverse.
The line flowed surprisingly quickly, despite the lone attendant stationed behind the counter. Zero took a moment to step aside, allowing his gaze to settle on the woman attending to the applicants. Her skin was as smooth as porcelain, a perfect canvas for her curly brown hair that framed eyes of a blue so unique they appeared silver in certain lighting. Squinting, he strained his eyes to read the embroidered name on her chest – "Varin." He whispered it to himself. "That's the name I'm after, but she looks too Human to be a Princess from Vol."
Returning to his spot in line, Zero's attention shifted towards three men standing to the side. Their bodies were adorned in armor plated with bronze, and their helmets gleamed with the pride of the Eastern farming kingdom of Aegru. Born from former slaves freed after the battle, Aegru had cultivated the strongest adventurers by subjecting every inhabitant, regardless of age or gender, to work in the fields and farms from childhood to thirty-six, honing their strength before they choose their paths.
The trio of men exuded a patient intensity, their eyes fixed on another applicant – likely the man standing just in front of Zero, who also donned Aegru's distinctive bronze armor.
"Next," Varin's voice rang out, clear and commanding. The applicant in front of Zero stepped forward, his movements purposeful as he handed over his scroll. Varin's fingers danced over it, flipping it to reveal a dark red wax seal imprinted with the emblem of an ax and hoe. With a soft incantation that sounded like a sigh carried by the wind, the seal fractured, and the scroll underwent a remarkable transformation. It melted onto the counter, its form shifting and morphing – a dance of magic and intent. Within moments, it reshaped itself into a small golden oval plate, though no larger than a finger it was heavy with significance and promise.
The man picked up the plate, his eyes wide as he turned it, admiring the gleam of his newfound honor. "Congratulations, Miquel Klino…" Varin's voice trailed off as she consulted her registry, "...Klinoutyupiin'ope. You have the plate of the Golden Gargoyle. Best of luck." She offered him a warm smile before shifting her gaze to Zero. "Next!"
Miquel pivoted towards the trio of men near the challenge board, holding his plate high like a beacon of triumph. "GARGOYLE!" his voice echoed, filling the room.
His companions mirrored the gesture, their plates shining in unison. "GARGOYLE!" they chanted, their voices melding into a rhythmic battle cry.
Even Zero, along with everyone else in line, found himself drawn into the spectacle. Varin prepared to call him once more, but paused, her eyes joining the others in observing Miquel and his group. They had formed a tight circle, arms draped around one another, swaying side to side, their voices rising and falling in a chant that resonated with camaraderie and pride. "GARGOYLES! GARGOYLES! GARGOYLES! GARGOYLEEEEESSS!"
Zero chuckled softly, swept up in their infectious spirit. "I've never seen a group so thrilled to have the lowest rated plate," Varin commented, her voice drawing him back to the present. Realizing the distance he'd put between himself and the counter, Zero quickly closed the gap, stealing one last glance at the jubilant group.
He noticed Varin's outstretched hand. "Oh, I'm Zero." He moved to shake her hand, but she withdrew it swiftly.
"I need your scroll, not a handshake… Zero," Varin said with a touch of amusement twinkling in her eyes as she reached out again.
Zero retrieved the scroll from his vest, presenting it to her. The wax seal stood out – a shade of lavender with a prominent golden crown at its center.
"Oh, look at Mr. No-Last-Name here, flaunting Emperor Dysisyx's personal seal... Wait." She paused, taking another look at Zero. "That would mean you're associated with The Order... who've been hunting down Elves for the past few days."
Zero leaned in with a curious smile, his raised eyebrow indicating intrigue. "Elves on Sidra? Now that's intriguing. Can't say I've heard of such a thing." Varin's expression grew stoic. "Eh, don't chu worry, Princess..." He shook his head. "...we can just open my scroll and move forward with my plate."
Varin hesitated briefly, but there was a calming aura about him that eased her apprehension. Proceeding cautiously, she unfurled the scroll, only for it to suddenly burst into flames. "Ah!" She exclaimed, dropping the blazing parchment in surprise. Zero had intended to draw her attention, but the fiery display seemed to have attracted more eyes than he bargained for.
The sudden burst of flames captured almost everyone's attention in the room, all eyes fixed on the counter. As the flames subsided, they left behind a pile of golden ashes. "Oh, just another Gargoyle," someone muttered, a hint of disappointment in their tone. The crowd of applicants and adventurers dispersed from the counter, their interest dwindling, leaving Zero and Varin standing before the remnants of the golden ash.
"I've been here a good while, and I've never come across a forged application," Varin commented, suspicion glinting in her eyes. "Would you care to explain why you'd create a fake application for something that's free?"
Zero raised two fingers, his demeanor calm. "First, it wasn't fake; it was genuine. Second, it's because I already have my plate. Since you have to present your plate or an application at the entrance, I had no intention of flaunting this around." Retrieving his plate from the ashes, Zero tucked it into his vest, the color just barely visible. "Can we continue this discussion upstairs?" he proposed.
Before Varin could respond, an impatient voice sliced through the room, tense like a knife in the air. "Get out of the way so she can process my application already. I've been waiting all day." An applicant surged forward, frustration coloring his face as he tried to push Zero aside. In an instant, Zero was on the countertop, having teleported with seamless speed, his movements imperceptible.
"Hey, can't you see I'm having a conversation here?" Zero quipped.
The man, seething with anger, advanced once more, this time with a clenched fist, but Zero was quicker. A swift flick to the man's forehead sent him stumbling. The man's cloak wrapped around him like a vengeful specter, and he crashed through the door, sending it flying from its hinges in a dramatic spectacle.
"Someone has some anger issues." Zero descended gracefully from the countertop. "So, is that a no to continuing our talk, or...?" he inquired, his grin widening.
Varin's gaze shifted briefly to the man sprawled outside before returning to Zero. "Can we postpone until I finish here?"
Zero's grin broadened, his pointed teeth glinting. He scanned the silenced line of applicants, their eyes filled with awe, then shifted his focus back to Varin, sharing a wordless understanding. "Only if I can use the upstairs bed while I wait."
Varin's brow furrowed, confusion evident. "You... You can, but how did you—"
"Great, thanks!" Zero interrupted cheerfully as he navigated through the line, disappearing around a corner and leaving a trail of inquiries behind him.
"Wait, you'll need the key!" Varin protested, her voice futile.
"No need," Zero's voice echoed back, a playful taunt, just before his footsteps faded as he ascended the stairs, a ghostly reminder of his presence.
Varin's ears caught the sound of the door opening and subsequent creaking from above. She cast a fleeting glance at the man sprawled on the dislodged door outside, shrouded in his cloak. A smirk tugged at her lips before she turned to the next person in line, her voice embodying practiced calm. "Next."
In the realm of Arrithia, once adventurers acquire their Plate, a choice awaits them. Some, fueled by the fire of immediate determination, embark on expeditions to swiftly prove their mettle. However, for most, the path leads to their Plate Hub, a central station where adventurers of the same rating converge. These Plate Hubs are strategically placed, often in close proximity to the island's capital. On the island of Sidra, they are situated just a stone's throw north of the Emperor's Castle in Amapá.
Within these Plate Hubs, a semblance of domesticity unfolds. Rows of beds offer respite, while desks provide spaces for contemplation and planning. A communal kitchen hums with activity, akin to a dormitory in design and function. It was in a room akin to this that Zero now found himself, the familiarity of the setup giving him a sense of belonging.
He eased onto the bed, the solid wood frame yielding beneath him. As he sank into the mattress, the sheep wool cushioning embraced his form. He draped a quilt over himself and reclined, his eyes drifting to the wooden rafters above. The room was a sanctuary of calm, its minimal furnishings contributing to a peaceful ambiance. A closet anchored one wall, accompanied by a modest desk and a bookshelf. Opposite, the door stood like a sentinel. On the remaining walls, grand stained-glass windows allowed dappled sunlight to paint the room in a mosaic of gentle colors.
Zero's gaze returned to the ceiling, and he exhaled deeply, his thoughts a whirlpool of contemplation. "I wonder when Varin will be done?" he mused aloud.
"Dusk," a voice whispered from a corner of the bed.
Startled, Zero propped himself up, scanning the room. All he saw was a subtle depression on the mattress. He sighed again, uttering a command, "Reveal." The word resonated, its ethereal tone interacting with the unseen entity.
The magic concealing the presence wavered, and a raccoon draped in a dusty blue hooded robe appeared. Its fur, a blend of brown and white, contrasted with the crystal ball it stood upon.
"Oh, Kahlo, didn't see you there. Apologies if I disturbed you," Zero remarked, settling back. "There's quite a gathering waiting for you downstairs."
Kahlo pushed back her hood, allowing her ears to spring free. She stretched, yawning expansively. "YeeeAAAHHhh, I noticed," she responded, smacking her lips. "Had a long night on Nümjë. You know how it is there, Zero." The crystal ball levitated, carrying Kahlo with it. "They've got both Sunbornes and Night-Walkers now. Every visit turns into an all-day…and night event."
Matching her yawn, Zero rolled to face her. "Ah, Nümjë. How's it going there? It's been ages since my last visit."
Kahlo sighed, "Nümjë's holding up, barring the spike in dungeons. But that's a common issue across all the islands now." She hovered towards the exit, pausing briefly. "Seeing you here, I assume you're finally escorting Varin back to Vol?"
"That's the plan," Zero confirmed, his gaze returning to the ceiling.
Kahlo lingered at the doorway, glancing back at Zero. The sunlight filtering through the window caught her blue eyes, making them gleam. "Be careful. Now that Centalará’s barrier is failing, they'll want… No… They'll need her Elvish blood."
Zero let out a soft exhale, his voice laced with unwavering resolve. "I know, they'll be here tonight."
"Tonight?" Kahlo inquired, removing her hand from the door. "What do you mean?"
"I don't have all the details, but the Emp hasn't exactly been granting me free reign lately. So, if I'm aware that I'm departing tomorrow, there's a good chance he's aware too," Zero explained, his attention returning to Kahlo. "By the way, is his ship still docked in Tarkwa?"
Kahlo's lips curled into a knowing smirk as she nodded, leaning against the doorframe.
"Good," Zero affirmed.
Kahlo gripped the door handle and swung it open. She spared one last glance at Zero, who had rolled onto his back, eyes shut. Shaking her head, she softly closed the door and descended the stairs. As she did, a burst of excitement erupted from the lobby.
"HEY! The Bounty Master is here!" a voice exclaimed, prompting an enthusiastic nudge to the person standing nearby.
Kahlo stretched her limbs subtly before descending into the bustling lobby, offering a subtle nod to Varin as she moved to fulfill her responsibilities.
As dusk draped itself over Sidra, Kahlo completed her tasks and eventually left the scene. Varin, having finished her duties, turned the sign over to indicate that the establishment was now closed for the day. Climbing the stairs to the upper floor, she came upon Zero who was sound asleep. She approached him with careful steps, kneeling by his side to observe him more closely. Her attention was drawn to an unusual pattern on his chest, and she was about to adjust the collar of his vest to get a better look when his hand shot up, gripping hers firmly.
"I would prefer if you didn't," Zero stated, his tone calm.
Varin's face flushed briefly, taken aback by the sudden interaction. Before she could gather her thoughts to respond, Zero stood up swiftly and shifted his focus to the nearby window.
"What's happening?" Varin started to move towards him, but Zero gestured for her to remain where she was.
"That’s a lot sooner than expected, but stay here, I'll handle it," Zero assured her. With a swift movement, he vanished from the room, creating a whirlwind of motion that slammed the door shut and caused the window panes to rattle.
Knocked by the sudden burst of wind, Varin steadied herself by gripping the edge of the bed. She glanced out of the window, witnessing Zero reappear at the edge of the forest that surrounded the Guild Office. His eyes scanned the surroundings with the focused intensity of a seasoned hunter.
Zero glanced sideways, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Roland, is that you? Long time no see."
Caught off guard, Roland's invisibility spell faltered. He quickly regained his composure, reaching for the massive sword on his back. The weapon, mirroring his armor, gleamed a brilliant silver, accented with luminescent blue streaks that danced in the moonlight. Its blade bore the signs of recent sharpening, and the hilt was newly wrapped in supple leather. Lifting his helmet's visor, Roland's pallid face and deep-set brown eyes came into view.
"You always were insufferable," Roland spat, his voice dripping with contempt.
Zero chuckled, tilting his head. "Rude, I thought we were friends."
Roland's anger flared, his face reddening. "You arrogant fu—"
"ENOUGH!" Zero's voice boomed, the sheer force making Roland stagger, his fingers quivering as they clutched his sword.
"That stupid yell of yours!" Roland exclaimed, lifting his sword in a challenge, his eyes narrowed.
"It's not a yell, it's a ROAR!" Zero retorted, his words halting Roland's attack once more, forcing the blade to a standstill, his expression a mix of amusement and resolve.
Zero's eyes flicked to the window, where Varin's silhouette was wrapped in the quilt's soft embrace. His attention snapped back to Roland, who was preparing for another attack.
With a graceful movement, Zero teleported a few feet away, summoning his short sword from the ether. Its flawless black metal gleamed in the dim light, seemingly untouched by battle. In an instant, he was behind Roland, his blade aimed with deadly precision at the bolts of Roland's visor, knocking it free from his helmet. Roland spun to face him, but Zero was ready, his sword's edge threateningly close to Roland's mouth. "I'm leaving," Zero stated, his blade almost touching Roland's teeth. "And Varin is coming with me."
Roland's response was a defiant spit and a mocking point at Zero. "Planning to sell her? Elves fetch a high price in the Free City, or at least they did when we were there." His laughter was cut short as four figures materialized from the shadows and surrounded him.
Dressed in flawless white yorois, their armor gleamed under the moon, their intense yellow eyes and pale purple skin the only visible features. Beside Zero, another figure appeared, her attire similar but her head unshielded. Her hair was a regal crown of intricate braids, adorned with a blank scroll.
"I really appreciate this, Sukki," Zero said.
Sukki sighed. "I said I'd help with anything, but meddling with the crown? That's pushing our agreement, Zero."
Roland's face darkened. "Zero… Just hand her over..." His voice turned lecherous. "...or are you waiting until after you’ve had your way wi—."
Zero's sword silenced him, pressing against the back of his tongue. "Finish that sentence, and you'll find swallowing a challenge for the rest of your life," he warned.
Sukki's eyes met Zero's. "You remember your end of the agreement, right? You're gonna find out why we can't teleport home to Vol on Full Moons anymore?"
Zero's nod was all the assurance she needed. In a flash, she and the other MoonShadow Elves vanished, taking Roland with them.
"Well, that was… Easier than expected… Uh, I guess… I guess I’ll turn in early?" Zero turned to Varin in the window. "I do still need to go see the Emperor before we leave." And with a wave of his hand, he teleported back beside her.
"SHOW ME YOUR PLATE!" she demanded.
He tossed her the black diamond-shaped medallion, then headed for the bed.
Catching the plate, Varin's eyes widened at the golden Dragon's head engraved on it. "You have a DRAGON PLATE?! Do you know how long it’s been since someone had a Dragon Plate?!" Her questions were met with the gentle sound of Zero's snoring.
With a smile, she pulled the quilt over them as she slid onto the other side. "Mom… I'm finally coming home," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
Inside each Guild Office, regardless of its island origin, a sense of comforting familiarity greets every visitor. A grand fireplace, ablaze with vitality, dominates the far wall, its flames waltzing in a hypnotic rhythm. Above, wooden rafters proudly hoist banners representing various Kingdoms and Legendary Adventurers. Bookshelves laden with wisdom and tales grace the walls, while a lively board showcases the latest challenges and bounties, summoning the valiant.
The air hums with anticipation, a tangible energy throbbing within the hearts of the assembled. Hopeful applicants, their faces aglow with dreams and determination, await their Guild Plate. Conversations hum with excitement, weaving plans for the next dungeon adventure, filling the room with the symphony of possibility. Some stand stoically, clutching their completed tasks, ready for the approving nod from the returning Bounty Master.
This specific Guild Office found its place in the southwestern corner of the Western Kingdom of Wylop, nestled on the island of Sidra, within the heart of the city of Chaní. While Wylop's reputation as the adventure kingdom echoes far and wide over the island, it's Taurean Village to the North that truly personifies this spirit. The village and its Lycans stand out as some of the island's most exceptional adventurers, even in their hidden state.
Sidra, often called the Land of Mans, once solely belonged to Humans. However, the arrival of Uthol Forest Elves from the island of Vol reshaped its destiny, introducing Humans to the new enigmatic arts of magic that had emerged all throughout Arrithia.
Among the Humans, Taurus Maller emerged as an unparalleled figure, his arrogance painting him as a deity of sorts, endowed with unmatched mastery of magic. His obsession with immortality led him down the treacherous road of forbidden techniques, delving into the realm of Blood Magic. His aim: to blend his blood with that of an Elf, thus amplifying his magical prowess. But the experiment spiraled into calamity. Stripped of his blood and cursed with an unquenchable thirst for it, he became the first Vampire.
Sidra's evolution unfolded as a haven for Humans, Vampires, and Elves united, coexisting harmoniously. Over time, however, the Human population dwindled as more Vampires were created and their hunger for supremacy grew. The impending threat pushed the Uthol Elves to the forefront, leading to a brewing conflict.
The Battle of Four Armies, now a pivotal chapter in history, witnessed Elves and Humans joining forces against the Vampires, while also witnessing the birth of the inaugural Lycans.
In the midst of the storm, Elf Nieven recognized the impending dominance of Elves and reached out to her kin for aid. Amidst rejection, one Elf from the MoonShadow tribe, separate from the Uthol, heeded her call. Beneath the full moon's gaze on the second night of battle, they transformed Human Marduk and his three loyal soldiers into the first Lycans, shifting the balance in favor of the Humans. Victory was secured, and the eruption of all-out war averted.
The Vampires were relegated to Centalará, a central kingdom on the island, where they remained exiled. The curse inflicted by the Elves trapped them there, a sentence of death if they dared step beyond. Yet, some dared to escape, defying the curse, and Humans still lived in constant fear.
Dysixsyx, exploiting this fear, seized power by conjuring the illusion of another imminent conflict. He declared himself Emperor, coercing the Elves to encase Centalará within a magic barrier. He outlawed Lycans from embracing their Werewolf forms and restrained Elves within their Northeastern Kingdom of Hier. Generations passed, memories of Vampires, Lycans, and Elves faded, and the origins of Centalará's barrier morphed into mere protection against a long-lost dungeon breach gone awry.
Amidst the vibrant congregation of the Guild Office, Zero emerges as a distinct figure. His rugged ebony skin stands in stark contrast to his radiant purple eyes, windows to a universe of mysteries. Tightly bound silver hair crowns his head, held in place by a tattered white scarf. His black vest bears sleeves roughly removed, their frayed remnants dancing upon his shoulders. The jagged edges of his black trousers hint at a life embroiled in adventure, unveiling burn scars encircling his ankles and drawing attention to his bare feet – feet that have tread paths few dare traverse.
The line flowed surprisingly quickly, despite the lone attendant stationed behind the counter. Zero took a moment to step aside, allowing his gaze to settle on the woman attending to the applicants. Her skin was as smooth as porcelain, a perfect canvas for her curly brown hair that framed eyes of a blue so unique they appeared silver in certain lighting. Squinting, he strained his eyes to read the embroidered name on her chest – "Varin." He whispered it to himself. "That's the name I'm after, but she looks too Human to be a Princess from Vol."
Returning to his spot in line, Zero's attention shifted towards three men standing to the side. Their bodies were adorned in armor plated with bronze, and their helmets gleamed with the pride of the Eastern farming kingdom of Aegru. Born from former slaves freed after the battle, Aegru had cultivated the strongest adventurers by subjecting every inhabitant, regardless of age or gender, to work in the fields and farms from childhood to thirty-six, honing their strength before they choose their paths.
The trio of men exuded a patient intensity, their eyes fixed on another applicant – likely the man standing just in front of Zero, who also donned Aegru's distinctive bronze armor.
"Next," Varin's voice rang out, clear and commanding. The applicant in front of Zero stepped forward, his movements purposeful as he handed over his scroll. Varin's fingers danced over it, flipping it to reveal a dark red wax seal imprinted with the emblem of an ax and hoe. With a soft incantation that sounded like a sigh carried by the wind, the seal fractured, and the scroll underwent a remarkable transformation. It melted onto the counter, its form shifting and morphing – a dance of magic and intent. Within moments, it reshaped itself into a small golden oval plate, though no larger than a finger it was heavy with significance and promise.
The man picked up the plate, his eyes wide as he turned it, admiring the gleam of his newfound honor. "Congratulations, Miquel Klino…" Varin's voice trailed off as she consulted her registry, "...Klinoutyupiin'ope. You have the plate of the Golden Gargoyle. Best of luck." She offered him a warm smile before shifting her gaze to Zero. "Next!"
Miquel pivoted towards the trio of men near the challenge board, holding his plate high like a beacon of triumph. "GARGOYLE!" his voice echoed, filling the room.
His companions mirrored the gesture, their plates shining in unison. "GARGOYLE!" they chanted, their voices melding into a rhythmic battle cry.
Even Zero, along with everyone else in line, found himself drawn into the spectacle. Varin prepared to call him once more, but paused, her eyes joining the others in observing Miquel and his group. They had formed a tight circle, arms draped around one another, swaying side to side, their voices rising and falling in a chant that resonated with camaraderie and pride. "GARGOYLES! GARGOYLES! GARGOYLES! GARGOYLEEEEESSS!"
Zero chuckled softly, swept up in their infectious spirit. "I've never seen a group so thrilled to have the lowest rated plate," Varin commented, her voice drawing him back to the present. Realizing the distance he'd put between himself and the counter, Zero quickly closed the gap, stealing one last glance at the jubilant group.
He noticed Varin's outstretched hand. "Oh, I'm Zero." He moved to shake her hand, but she withdrew it swiftly.
"I need your scroll, not a handshake… Zero," Varin said with a touch of amusement twinkling in her eyes as she reached out again.
Zero retrieved the scroll from his vest, presenting it to her. The wax seal stood out – a shade of lavender with a prominent golden crown at its center.
"Oh, look at Mr. No-Last-Name here, flaunting Emperor Dysisyx's personal seal... Wait." She paused, taking another look at Zero. "That would mean you're associated with The Order... who've been hunting down Elves for the past few days."
Zero leaned in with a curious smile, his raised eyebrow indicating intrigue. "Elves on Sidra? Now that's intriguing. Can't say I've heard of such a thing." Varin's expression grew stoic. "Eh, don't chu worry, Princess..." He shook his head. "...we can just open my scroll and move forward with my plate."
Varin hesitated briefly, but there was a calming aura about him that eased her apprehension. Proceeding cautiously, she unfurled the scroll, only for it to suddenly burst into flames. "Ah!" She exclaimed, dropping the blazing parchment in surprise. Zero had intended to draw her attention, but the fiery display seemed to have attracted more eyes than he bargained for.
The sudden burst of flames captured almost everyone's attention in the room, all eyes fixed on the counter. As the flames subsided, they left behind a pile of golden ashes. "Oh, just another Gargoyle," someone muttered, a hint of disappointment in their tone. The crowd of applicants and adventurers dispersed from the counter, their interest dwindling, leaving Zero and Varin standing before the remnants of the golden ash.
"I've been here a good while, and I've never come across a forged application," Varin commented, suspicion glinting in her eyes. "Would you care to explain why you'd create a fake application for something that's free?"
Zero raised two fingers, his demeanor calm. "First, it wasn't fake; it was genuine. Second, it's because I already have my plate. Since you have to present your plate or an application at the entrance, I had no intention of flaunting this around." Retrieving his plate from the ashes, Zero tucked it into his vest, the color just barely visible. "Can we continue this discussion upstairs?" he proposed.
Before Varin could respond, an impatient voice sliced through the room, tense like a knife in the air. "Get out of the way so she can process my application already. I've been waiting all day." An applicant surged forward, frustration coloring his face as he tried to push Zero aside. In an instant, Zero was on the countertop, having teleported with seamless speed, his movements imperceptible.
"Hey, can't you see I'm having a conversation here?" Zero quipped.
The man, seething with anger, advanced once more, this time with a clenched fist, but Zero was quicker. A swift flick to the man's forehead sent him stumbling. The man's cloak wrapped around him like a vengeful specter, and he crashed through the door, sending it flying from its hinges in a dramatic spectacle.
"Someone has some anger issues." Zero descended gracefully from the countertop. "So, is that a no to continuing our talk, or...?" he inquired, his grin widening.
Varin's gaze shifted briefly to the man sprawled outside before returning to Zero. "Can we postpone until I finish here?"
Zero's grin broadened, his pointed teeth glinting. He scanned the silenced line of applicants, their eyes filled with awe, then shifted his focus back to Varin, sharing a wordless understanding. "Only if I can use the upstairs bed while I wait."
Varin's brow furrowed, confusion evident. "You... You can, but how did you—"
"Great, thanks!" Zero interrupted cheerfully as he navigated through the line, disappearing around a corner and leaving a trail of inquiries behind him.
"Wait, you'll need the key!" Varin protested, her voice futile.
"No need," Zero's voice echoed back, a playful taunt, just before his footsteps faded as he ascended the stairs, a ghostly reminder of his presence.
Varin's ears caught the sound of the door opening and subsequent creaking from above. She cast a fleeting glance at the man sprawled on the dislodged door outside, shrouded in his cloak. A smirk tugged at her lips before she turned to the next person in line, her voice embodying practiced calm. "Next."
In the realm of Arrithia, once adventurers acquire their Plate, a choice awaits them. Some, fueled by the fire of immediate determination, embark on expeditions to swiftly prove their mettle. However, for most, the path leads to their Plate Hub, a central station where adventurers of the same rating converge. These Plate Hubs are strategically placed, often in close proximity to the island's capital. On the island of Sidra, they are situated just a stone's throw north of the Emperor's Castle in Amapá.
Within these Plate Hubs, a semblance of domesticity unfolds. Rows of beds offer respite, while desks provide spaces for contemplation and planning. A communal kitchen hums with activity, akin to a dormitory in design and function. It was in a room akin to this that Zero now found himself, the familiarity of the setup giving him a sense of belonging.
He eased onto the bed, the solid wood frame yielding beneath him. As he sank into the mattress, the sheep wool cushioning embraced his form. He draped a quilt over himself and reclined, his eyes drifting to the wooden rafters above. The room was a sanctuary of calm, its minimal furnishings contributing to a peaceful ambiance. A closet anchored one wall, accompanied by a modest desk and a bookshelf. Opposite, the door stood like a sentinel. On the remaining walls, grand stained-glass windows allowed dappled sunlight to paint the room in a mosaic of gentle colors.
Zero's gaze returned to the ceiling, and he exhaled deeply, his thoughts a whirlpool of contemplation. "I wonder when Varin will be done?" he mused aloud.
"Dusk," a voice whispered from a corner of the bed.
Startled, Zero propped himself up, scanning the room. All he saw was a subtle depression on the mattress. He sighed again, uttering a command, "Reveal." The word resonated, its ethereal tone interacting with the unseen entity.
The magic concealing the presence wavered, and a raccoon draped in a dusty blue hooded robe appeared. Its fur, a blend of brown and white, contrasted with the crystal ball it stood upon.
"Oh, Kahlo, didn't see you there. Apologies if I disturbed you," Zero remarked, settling back. "There's quite a gathering waiting for you downstairs."
Kahlo pushed back her hood, allowing her ears to spring free. She stretched, yawning expansively. "YeeeAAAHHhh, I noticed," she responded, smacking her lips. "Had a long night on Nümjë. You know how it is there, Zero." The crystal ball levitated, carrying Kahlo with it. "They've got both Sunbornes and Night-Walkers now. Every visit turns into an all-day…and night event."
Matching her yawn, Zero rolled to face her. "Ah, Nümjë. How's it going there? It's been ages since my last visit."
Kahlo sighed, "Nümjë's holding up, barring the spike in dungeons. But that's a common issue across all the islands now." She hovered towards the exit, pausing briefly. "Seeing you here, I assume you're finally escorting Varin back to Vol?"
"That's the plan," Zero confirmed, his gaze returning to the ceiling.
Kahlo lingered at the doorway, glancing back at Zero. The sunlight filtering through the window caught her blue eyes, making them gleam. "Be careful. Now that Centalará’s barrier is failing, they'll want… No… They'll need her Elvish blood."
Zero let out a soft exhale, his voice laced with unwavering resolve. "I know, they'll be here tonight."
"Tonight?" Kahlo inquired, removing her hand from the door. "What do you mean?"
"I don't have all the details, but the Emp hasn't exactly been granting me free reign lately. So, if I'm aware that I'm departing tomorrow, there's a good chance he's aware too," Zero explained, his attention returning to Kahlo. "By the way, is his ship still docked in Tarkwa?"
Kahlo's lips curled into a knowing smirk as she nodded, leaning against the doorframe.
"Good," Zero affirmed.
Kahlo gripped the door handle and swung it open. She spared one last glance at Zero, who had rolled onto his back, eyes shut. Shaking her head, she softly closed the door and descended the stairs. As she did, a burst of excitement erupted from the lobby.
"HEY! The Bounty Master is here!" a voice exclaimed, prompting an enthusiastic nudge to the person standing nearby.
Kahlo stretched her limbs subtly before descending into the bustling lobby, offering a subtle nod to Varin as she moved to fulfill her responsibilities.
As dusk draped itself over Sidra, Kahlo completed her tasks and eventually left the scene. Varin, having finished her duties, turned the sign over to indicate that the establishment was now closed for the day. Climbing the stairs to the upper floor, she came upon Zero who was sound asleep. She approached him with careful steps, kneeling by his side to observe him more closely. Her attention was drawn to an unusual pattern on his chest, and she was about to adjust the collar of his vest to get a better look when his hand shot up, gripping hers firmly.
"I would prefer if you didn't," Zero stated, his tone calm.
Varin's face flushed briefly, taken aback by the sudden interaction. Before she could gather her thoughts to respond, Zero stood up swiftly and shifted his focus to the nearby window.
"What's happening?" Varin started to move towards him, but Zero gestured for her to remain where she was.
"That’s a lot sooner than expected, but stay here, I'll handle it," Zero assured her. With a swift movement, he vanished from the room, creating a whirlwind of motion that slammed the door shut and caused the window panes to rattle.
Knocked by the sudden burst of wind, Varin steadied herself by gripping the edge of the bed. She glanced out of the window, witnessing Zero reappear at the edge of the forest that surrounded the Guild Office. His eyes scanned the surroundings with the focused intensity of a seasoned hunter.
Zero glanced sideways, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Roland, is that you? Long time no see."
Caught off guard, Roland's invisibility spell faltered. He quickly regained his composure, reaching for the massive sword on his back. The weapon, mirroring his armor, gleamed a brilliant silver, accented with luminescent blue streaks that danced in the moonlight. Its blade bore the signs of recent sharpening, and the hilt was newly wrapped in supple leather. Lifting his helmet's visor, Roland's pallid face and deep-set brown eyes came into view.
"You always were insufferable," Roland spat, his voice dripping with contempt.
Zero chuckled, tilting his head. "Rude, I thought we were friends."
Roland's anger flared, his face reddening. "You arrogant fu—"
"ENOUGH!" Zero's voice boomed, the sheer force making Roland stagger, his fingers quivering as they clutched his sword.
"That stupid yell of yours!" Roland exclaimed, lifting his sword in a challenge, his eyes narrowed.
"It's not a yell, it's a ROAR!" Zero retorted, his words halting Roland's attack once more, forcing the blade to a standstill, his expression a mix of amusement and resolve.
Zero's eyes flicked to the window, where Varin's silhouette was wrapped in the quilt's soft embrace. His attention snapped back to Roland, who was preparing for another attack.
With a graceful movement, Zero teleported a few feet away, summoning his short sword from the ether. Its flawless black metal gleamed in the dim light, seemingly untouched by battle. In an instant, he was behind Roland, his blade aimed with deadly precision at the bolts of Roland's visor, knocking it free from his helmet. Roland spun to face him, but Zero was ready, his sword's edge threateningly close to Roland's mouth. "I'm leaving," Zero stated, his blade almost touching Roland's teeth. "And Varin is coming with me."
Roland's response was a defiant spit and a mocking point at Zero. "Planning to sell her? Elves fetch a high price in the Free City, or at least they did when we were there." His laughter was cut short as four figures materialized from the shadows and surrounded him.
Dressed in flawless white yorois, their armor gleamed under the moon, their intense yellow eyes and pale purple skin the only visible features. Beside Zero, another figure appeared, her attire similar but her head unshielded. Her hair was a regal crown of intricate braids, adorned with a blank scroll.
"I really appreciate this, Sukki," Zero said.
Sukki sighed. "I said I'd help with anything, but meddling with the crown? That's pushing our agreement, Zero."
Roland's face darkened. "Zero… Just hand her over..." His voice turned lecherous. "...or are you waiting until after you’ve had your way wi—."
Zero's sword silenced him, pressing against the back of his tongue. "Finish that sentence, and you'll find swallowing a challenge for the rest of your life," he warned.
Sukki's eyes met Zero's. "You remember your end of the agreement, right? You're gonna find out why we can't teleport home to Vol on Full Moons anymore?"
Zero's nod was all the assurance she needed. In a flash, she and the other MoonShadow Elves vanished, taking Roland with them.
"Well, that was… Easier than expected… Uh, I guess… I guess I’ll turn in early?" Zero turned to Varin in the window. "I do still need to go see the Emperor before we leave." And with a wave of his hand, he teleported back beside her.
"SHOW ME YOUR PLATE!" she demanded.
He tossed her the black diamond-shaped medallion, then headed for the bed.
Catching the plate, Varin's eyes widened at the golden Dragon's head engraved on it. "You have a DRAGON PLATE?! Do you know how long it’s been since someone had a Dragon Plate?!" Her questions were met with the gentle sound of Zero's snoring.
With a smile, she pulled the quilt over them as she slid onto the other side. "Mom… I'm finally coming home," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.
