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Passion Of Mages.
Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part IV - "Unrest Among The People"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: July 6, 2011

Gibbons rushed into the Guild, racing across the building, heading out into the training grounds behind the main building. Running over to Weaver's small tower, he ascended the staircase, hearing a man speak in a frustrated voice. "Weaver, these people are disrespecting us and everything our Guild stands for! I cannot tolerate this! I say these people be killed!" Gibbons was surprised to hear that the man had an accent that sounded very much like Marst's. He seemed to pronounce every sound of every word very properly and almost slowly, yet spoke at the same speed as anyone else. "I know you're upset Thunder, but killing them just won't solve things. It'll only make things worse." Gibbons heard Weaver say, just before he totally ran up into Weaver's quarters. Gibbons saw a giant of a man that easily dwarfed he and Weaver, more Weaver than Gibbons, himself. He had dark chocolatey skin, like Marst. He was massive, easily seven or eight feet tall, and was rippling with huge muscles.
His hair was black and short, tied in a small bun behind him. He was wearing a golden breastplate, the chest of which was melded to resemble a lion's face, it's jaws wide open and it's eyes furious. He was wearing bright orange pauldrons, and equally orange gauntlets. A light blue cloth was wrapped around his waist, most of the material hanging down by his right side. Beneath it, he wore only dark blue shorts. He wore massive dark brown sandals, and a golden headband went around his head, over his forehead. A thick brown strap went around his torso diagonally, holding the massive sword he possessed against his back, the sword easily being as tall as Gibbons. His jaw and chin were very prominent, adding to his stocky appearance. "Who is this, now?" The dark and imposing man asked. Weaver motioned for Gibbons to walk over, saying "Ah, Gibbons, a fledgling Hero. Come here, then. What's on your mind?"
Gibbons walked over, pulling the pamphlet out of his pocket, holding it out to Weaver. "Weaver, there's serious trouble at Bowerstone, people are-" Thunder reached over and took the pamphlet, crumpling it up, throwing it over into the nearby lit fireplace. "The people are a bunch of ungrateful asses!" He said with annoyance. Weaver calmly said "Thunder. Gibbons. The people have spoken against the Heroes in times past, and it always passes. It always moves on. Heroes have been following their destinies for good or evil for centuries, and the people have never complained for longer than a few months at a time. It will pass, I assure you." Suddenly, a gentle twinkling sounded nearby, and the three looked over. Another tall figure appeared, this one a lot thinner than Thunder, almost to an unnatural degree. He spoke with a very deep and calm voice as he materialized through the blue glow of his teleportation. "I don't think this will pass as easily as you suspect, Weaver." The rather deep, masculine voice said.
When the glow faded, Gibbons' eyes widened. Standing there was Scythe, rumoured to be the oldest and most powerful of all Heroes. Gibbons knew his tale. Obsessed with cheating death, he had done innumerable things to avoid it until he was forced to turn to the supernatural. It's rumoured he used dark Will magic to sustain himself, though exactly what kind of ways with magic could sustain someone, nobody seemed to know. He was tall, though not as tall as Thunder. He was skeletally thin, and his visage was grotesque. Standing in a cross between a royal blue robe lined with thick white fur and shimmering golden armour, a large leather belt went around his waist, a horizontal sash of additional pouches diagonally wrapped around his torso. Attached to the sash and hanging over his left hip was a large messenger bag of sorts, made of dark leather. Though he was covered from the neck down, his head was left revealed, and Scythe's appearance only fuelled the stories about him.
His skin was darkened and tightened over his skull, like he was a walking corpse. His lips appeared to have retracted to the point of disappearing, leaving his crooked and jagged teeth permanently on display. There wasn't any hair on his head, though two blue clothes were wrapped around his head, one over his nose and one over his forehead. The ends of the clothes hung down by the left side of his head, reaching his neck. The whites of his eyes were blackened, and his irises and pupils had mixed into a single pair of red circles over his eyes. Down over where his eyebrows should've been, across his cheeks, and down along his jaw to his chin, there were wispy blue tattoos, similar to Will lines. In his right hand like a walking stick, there was a scythe as tall as he was, the long and curved blade at the end made of gold and intricately designed with the runes of another language. Slowly walking over towards Weaver, Weaver asked "Scythe, good to see you. Why do you think it won't just pass?"
Scythe stopped by Weaver, looking down to him, saying "Because of these new inventions mortal man has created. Firearms." Thunder sighed impatiently, saying "We know all about the firearms, Scythe. The fact that the people would want to use them against us is-" Scythe interrupted Thunder, saying "It was an inevitability. The people fear Heroes. They want to be our equals. Nobody likes being cast in another's shadow. This is their way of evening the playing field." Gibbons said "But th-they want to kill us, all of us, they wanted to storm the Guild and shoot us all! We can't let them do this!" Gibbons' face turned angry as he said "I'll kill the ringleaders, myself! I can do it!" Thunder turned to Gibbons, pointing a finger at him, nodding. "I like this boy. He's got the right idea." Weaver raised his hands, firmly saying "No. If you kill anyone, you'll only make the people right. We'll be monsters, then. The people will have more fire to fight us with. We can weather this, it will pass. Bloodshed will only make us look like we really are all evil."
Scythe calmly said "Weaver, don't be ignorant. The people will rise in a revolution against the Guild. You must speak to Merlin and advise him." Thunder pointed a hand at the minuscule form of Weaver, saying "Weaver...I have always respected you as Guildmaster, and now, as Head of the Guild. But this is insane! With these firearms, a peasant could easily kill one of us. And we're not doing anything about it?!" He shook his head, lowering his hand. "If you won't let me stop this, then I can't continue to serve the Guild in good conscious...As soon as I can, I'll be taking a boat back to my homeland. It's been a while since I saw Whisper, anyway." Scythe spoke as Thunder began to leave, his massive feet thumping heavily against the staircase down from Weaver's quarters. "I will return to Snowspire. But even there is dangerous for me, as there is an Anti-Hero League there, as well. I will do what I can to placate the people...But if push comes to shove, I'm prepared to leave Albion behind and weather this storm on my own. Remember that, Weaver."
The shell of a man, Scythe, disappeared in a blue glow, marking his exit by teleportation. Weaver turned to Gibbons, sighing softly, saying "Excuse me, Gibbons...I have to speak with Merlin about this. The situation is more dire than those of the past, I can admit, but there's no reason to suggest this won't simply blow over like all the times before." Weaver walked past Gibbons, heading down the staircase of his quarters. Gibbons sighed, raising his hands to his head, feeling his fingers through his hair along the back of his head.
Timoteo, Darrah, and Bianca walked for the entire day, Darrah and Bianca cleansing themselves of dried blood from their fight during the trip. Talking to keep their minds from their hunger, the only disturbance they came across was a small pack of hobbes. Dispatching them quickly and easily enough, they had crossed the Windmill Hill with little trouble. Now, they were entering the Gibbet Woods. True to it's name, there were rather disturbing additions to the scenery, viewable at least every kilometer. In intervals of around a kilometer each, a large row of gibbets could be seen, almost all of them still having skeletons standing or sitting within them. The gibbets looked like tall wooden stands that had metal cages hanging from them, suspended a few feet from the ground. The cages were humanoid in shape, and awful in purpose. As the group first passed a row of gibbets, Timoteo stopped, furrowing his brow. "What are those things?" He pondered aloud.
Darrah and Bianca stopped, looking over. "Gibbets. A most unpleasant way to await death." Bianca softly said. Timoteo looked to Darrah as she spoke next, the young woman crossing her arms across her chest. "You're put in, and you don't get out. It's like being in a public prison, except people aren't supposed to feed you or give you water, they're supposed to watch you die. They laugh, throw rocks...And the whole time, you're just waiting to die." Darrah slowly shook her head. "Not pleasant." She added. Timoteo narrowed his eyes and shook his head, the trio beginning to move once more. "Who would do that to someone?" He asked. Darrah shrugged. "Not everyone is a Hero, you know. And Heroes can't fix every problem out there, some slip by us. Ordinary people have to come up with some pretty cruel ways to punish, just to keep bandits away." She said. Bianca said "Rapists, traitors, pirates...Particularly infamous bandits...They are the people put in gibbets. As well, witches can be put in them if the people don't understand them and fear them, which they almost always do."
"Unless the witch in question goes to the Guild. Then the people can't touch her." Darrah said. Timoteo looked over, saying "Just witches? Not male mages, too?" Bianca and Darrah were quiet for a few seconds. Bianca eventually said "...I would suspect that male mages would be put in gibbets too, were they feared...Though, you don't hear about it as often. I don't know why." Darrah shrugged. Suddenly, she brought her hands to her stomach, her face screwing up. "Okay, I can't do it anymore." She complained. "We need to eat. I'm starving. Bianca, it's practically night out. The sun's about to set." Bianca nodded, taking in a deep breath for a moment before slowly exhaling. "Yes, you're right. We need food, and it's dark enough for the creatures of the wilds to feel comfortable. Let's find a place to set up camp." The two headed off the path, walking into the trees to their right. The sky crimson with evening, the two headed into the trees for a bit until they found a small clearing.
Timoteo and Darrah set down their packs, and as Darrah began digging a small fire pit, Bianca untied her boots and left them off to the side, by a tree. Slipping out of her cloak, she slung it over the thick branch of the tree, yet quickly retrieved her dagger from it. A flash of an idea came to Timoteo. While he was hungry, and didn't want to distract Bianca from trying to catch food, he thought that slipping away with her would be the perfect opportunity to kiss her. Before Bianca left, Timoteo stopped her, saying "Hey, Bianca." She stopped, turning and looking to him, her eyes curious. He smiled slightly, saying "Mind if I go out and hunt with you?" Bianca continued to look at him curiously for a moment before he winked. Bianca's mouth hung open for a second as she tilted her head back, understanding coming over her eyes. She smiled warmly, saying "Sure, the company might be nice." "Don't you have to be quiet to hunt?" Darrah sat, kneeling by her pit, eyeing them both suspiciously.
Timoteo smiled more, glancing at Darrah, saying "We can be quiet. But getting out and doing something instead of just sitting here will be a nice change." Darrah said "Tim, I'm going to need you to light the fire when the pit's done and I've got the wood." Bianca tossed her dagger up in the air, catching it in her left hand with the blade protruding from the bottom of her fist. "She's right, Tim. You'll need to stay and light the fire. But after that, come and find me. I won't be far." Timoteo grinned slightly, and Bianca smiled happily, taking a few steps backwards before turning around, walking off into the dark trees. Timoteo turned to Darrah, watching her begin to finish up her pit. "What, don't want to stay here and talk to me?" She asked, with just a hint of sourness in her voice. Timoteo lost his grin, saying "Darrah, you know it's not like that." Darrah stood up, clapping her hands against one another to shake out as much dirt from her gauntlets as she could. "If you say so." She flatly said, her face cool.
She headed over to a nearby tree, grabbing a low and thick branch, planting a foot against the tree as she heaved at the branch. It began to snap at the base, and a few moments later, Darrah had pulled it free with a grunt. Snapping her foot at the branch at varying lengths, she broke it up into small log-like pieces, tossing them over into the fire pit. She sniffed as she walked over to another nearby branch, saying "Doesn't matter to me who you spend your free time with." Timoteo raised an eyebrow slightly, saying "It sounds like you're jealous." Darrah pointed a finger at him without facing him, saying "That, I most certainly am not. I just don't like being alone, is all." She planted her foot against the tree again, gripping the next nearest limb. "Look, if you wanna hunt with Bianca, just light the logs in the pit on fire and I'll just toss stuff on it to keep it alive." Darrah said. Timoteo shrugged. "Works for me." He said. He launched a fireball into the pit, set the logs alight, and began to walk off in the same direction Bianca had left in.
He had walked for five minutes when he found her. She was leaning against a tree, facing the direction she had come from, and thus, facing Timoteo. She smiled with bedroom eyes when he came into view, Timoteo smiling happily when he saw her. Walking up to her, he brought his hands to her hips, looking down into her eyes. She raised her hands to his elbows, softly saying "So, you decided to use some of my hunting time to...?" She raised her eyebrows slightly, saying "Certainly not to actually join me in hunting. Surely, you must want something else?..." Timoteo grinned slightly before leaning closer to her. His grin turned to a happy smile as the two closed their eyes at the same time. He pressed a kiss to her lips, and she kissed him back. Feeling her lips again was magnificent, it sent trembles down his spine, his heartbeat quickening. He felt Bianca let out a soft yet warm breath against his cheek, the two kissing a few more times.
Their kisses slowly became more passionate. Timoteo felt ashamed, yet he had already grown fully aroused, his pants feeling a little tight against his stiff member. Bianca pulled back just slightly, her voice sounding a little urgent with desire. "Have you ever kissed with your tongue before?..." She softly asked. Timoteo opened his eyes a crack, surprise coming over him. "No...Not that I know of- Mmph!" He was cut off by Bianca raising her hands from his elbows to his shoulders, pulling him closer for more kissing. He closed his eyes and blushed, feeling butterflies rise in his stomach from Bianca's forceful showing of affection. When his mouth had met her's, he suddenly felt something warm and moist press against his lips, quickly slipping between them. Butterflies exploded in his stomach, and his cheeks turned fiery red. Bianca raised her hands to the sides of his head, pushing her long, sensual tongue into his mouth, finding his own tongue, rubbing against it.
Timoteo slowly began to smooth his hands around her waist to the small of her back, pulling her a little closer to him. He felt her sizeable bosom press against his chest, feeling her warm softness through her thin shirt. Bianca stopped leaning against the tree, coming closer to him, pressing her chest against him harder. The two played with one another's tongue, coiling around the other, chasing each other, flicking their tips against one another. Eventually, Timoteo chased Bianca's tongue back into her mouth, and not only heard but felt Bianca lightly moan in her throat. She felt her hands further along the sides of his head, sinking her fingers into his hair, the palms of her hands over his ears. They again played with one another's tongue for a minute before they suddenly released each other, almost simultaneously. They were both panting slightly, and as Timoteo opened his eyes, he realized that Bianca's pale face was burning with blush.
She was smiling as she said "I don't even know what I'm doing...But it's everything I dreamed about!..." Timoteo smiled, letting out a breathless chuckle. Bianca stepped closer to Timoteo again, raising her hands to his chest, gently feeling across his chainmail shirt. Looking to his chest, Bianca lightly said "To tell you the truth, Tim...I'm...Actually really scared. I've never done this before with anyone. You're...The first person I've ever kissed." She looked back up to his eyes, unsurely asking "Is that okay?..." Timoteo just smiled, coming close and pressing another kiss to her lips. She kissed him back, though he felt her gently nibble at his bottom lip. Her nibble didn't hurt, and it once again exploded butterflies in his stomach, sending a shiver along his skin. When he pulled his head back, Bianca lowered her hands to his. "I've heard talk that doing this sort of thing before marriage is wrong...That it leads to impure lives."
Bianca raised her eyebrows slightly, saying "The state of one's purity has an effect on Heroes, you know. But I don't care. I like this..." Timoteo gently asked "Bianca, have you never been with someone before?...Ever?..." Bianca shook her head lightly, gazing into his eyes. "Never. Living with Grizelda didn't offer many chances to meet boys...And besides...I always had one particular boy on my mind, anyway..." Timoteo smiled slightly, about to say something when Bianca suddenly began to raise his hands. His heart almost skipped a beat when she suddenly brought his hands to her bosom, pressing his hands into her pillows. His fingers sunk into her soft shirt, the warmth from her bosom radiating through. He looked down to her chest, not sure what to do at first. Bianca's face was calm, her lips gently turned into a small smile. Her eyes were half-closed and warm as she said "Can you feel my heart?...I'm scared..."
She pushed his right hand harder against her left breast, and Timoteo's mouth began to slightly hang open. Bianca saw the effect her body had on Timoteo, and it only made her smile more. He could, indeed, feel her heartbeat through her bosom. Her heart was beating rapidly, like Timoteo knew his own was. Suddenly, he lost himself to lust. Stepping close to Bianca, he began to gently push her back, bringing her back to the tree behind her. Bianca didn't struggle, simply opening her eyes fully, her mouth hanging open slightly. Timoteo lowered his hands to the bottom of her shirt, slipping his hands under her shirt. Bianca let out an audible breath as his hands smoothed up her soft stomach, feeling along her plush skin. He came close and pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, causing Bianca to shut her eyes and tremble with delight. He felt his hands up along her warm, soft mounds, almost trembling, himself, as he felt his fingers and palms run over her nipples.
By then, Timoteo felt so aroused that his pants were becoming painful against his member. Bianca brought her hands to his stomach, slowly drifting downwards. Timoteo actually did quiver when he felt Bianca run a hand along his bulge. "Oh, my..." She breathed. Timoteo gave her bosom a light squeeze, and felt her nipples rapidly begin to harden against his palms. She lightly felt along his bulge, making a soft "Mmm" sound. "I can't believe this is finally happening..." She breathed out by his ear. Timoteo rubbed along Bianca's mounds, playing with her bosom. Feeling around her, running his fingers over her nipples to tease them, jiggling her bosom slightly, he found immense delight in playing with her chest. Running his thumbs in circles around her nipples, along her areolae, he felt her take in a shaky breath for a moment before relaxing. He brought his right hand down from her bosom, bringing it around her, slipping down along the small of her back.
Reaching under her skirt, he planted his hand against the ample left cheek of her rump, gripping her thick juiciness. Bianca's breathing began to speed up more. Timoteo pulled his head back slightly, and Bianca brought her face to the right side of his neck. Timoteo's eyes went wide for a moment as he felt a slight nip of pain on the side of his neck, though he quickly relaxed, feeling Bianca run her tongue against his skin. He shut his eyes, shivers running along his skin. He gave her cheek a tight squeeze for a moment before beginning to rub around it, Timoteo's breathing becoming almost panting. He reached up, quickly finding the top of her leggings, quickly slipping his hand under it. To his surprise, Bianca didn't appear to be wearing anything beneath her leggings, no panties or anything. He gave her immense and supple cheek a firm grip for a moment before he gulped softly, willing himself forward. He slipped two fingers between Bianca's cheeks.
He felt Bianca tremble in his arms, and then he realized that Bianca actually was wearing underwear. He felt a thin string of fabric going down between her cheeks, and as he felt along it, he eventually rubbed the tip of his finger against Bianca's rosebud. Bianca took in a sharp inhale when she felt Timoteo touch her back entrance, though she didn't stop him, in fact, she gave his groin a light squeeze. Timoteo felt her continue to lick at the side of his neck, feeling another nip of pain on his skin for a moment. His left hand still on her right breast, he gently gave her nipple a pinch, feeling Bianca take in another sharp inhale. Pulling her very thin underwear to the side, her lightly pressed the tip of his right finger against Bianca's bare rosebud. He felt her lightly clench for a moment in surprise, though she quickly relaxed. "Oh, Avo..." She lightly mumbled against his skin. Timoteo slowly began to push his finger against her, feeling Bianca begin to reach her hand into his pants.
He felt her soft hand smooth down him until it came to the base of his member. "Ohhh..." She lightly cooed as she ran her fingers down along his heated stiffness. Timoteo trembled and held back a groan, though he made no attempt to stop her. Slowly probing his finger against her rosebud, he slowly began to push inside her, unaided by lubricant. Bianca's breathing began to quicken even more, and she whispered "Push it in..." Timoteo couldn't believe what he was hearing. With her explicit consent, however, he began to use a little more force. Bianca clenched lightly in surprise as the tip of his finger began to penetrate her, pushing into her sphincter. Bianca gave his member a squeeze, and she mumbled "Oh...It's so..." Just as Timoteo's finger pushed through Bianca's sphincter and entered her body, Bianca's fingers lightly caressed the tip of Timoteo's member, rubbing against the head of his member. The both of them moaned aloud, shaking.
Timoteo throbbed against Bianca's hand, and Bianca clenched down on Timoteo's finger multiple times in reaction to the presence in her backdoor. "...Wait. Wait, stop." Bianca suddenly said, rather regretfully. Timoteo found himself asking "Why?" Bianca slowly slipped her hand out of his pants, saying "I-I'm sorry Tim, but...I don't have a condom...I really wish I did...I wish we could go on...But...The way things are going now..." Bianca began to lick at his neck again, whispering "I want to fuse with you...I want to be one...But we need a condom..." Timoteo slipped his finger out of her backside, slowly and regretfully slipping his hands out from under her garments, raising them to her shoulders. "What's a condom?..." He asked. Bianca looked up to his eyes, and he lightly touched his forehead to her's, the two affectionately closing their eyes. "It's like...A small sheath...Typically made of the intestines of an animal. It, um...It goes over the penis...And prevents pregnancy and the spread of certain diseases." She softly murmured.
Timoteo felt his member practically scream with disappointment in his pants. The two of them were still breathing a little hard as he said "Still...Even if we can't go on...Bianca, that was the best time I've had in ages..." Bianca smiled widely and held back a laugh, blushing immensely. "I feel the same...I really wish we could go on, it's not right to just end things now...But...I don't want to be a mother until I've dealt with my own...Please...Do you understand?..." Timoteo pulled his head back slightly, and the two opened their eyes a little. He nodded gently, saying "I understand...I don't think I'm ready to be a father, anyway..." Bianca smiled a little mischievously, saying "Well...You know...Grizelda taught me a lot about sex. She knows how a man and woman can be together, with greatly reduced chances of pregnancy..." Bianca raised her eyebrows slightly, smiling more, adding "If a man...Finishes...On the outside...Grizelda told me the chances of pregnancy drop to almost zero."
Timoteo blushed deeply when Bianca said "finishes", smiling and raising an eyebrow. "Do you think you'll be able to focus much on hunting, after this?" Bianca grinned a little, her eyes half-closed as she murmured "Not really...But we need to eat. Hunger is a powerful motivator. I'll find a way." The two slowly released one another, Timoteo taking a step backwards. "I need to find excuses to slip away with you in private more often." He said, grinning a little. Bianca chuckled, watching him turn around and begin to head back to Darrah.
As he was returning to Darrah, he heard her speak mid-sentence. "...Down, just relax, Calvin. What's wrong? Tell me everything." At the sound of his comrade's name, Timoteo quickly rushed to the camp, finding Darrah sitting by her large fire with her Guild Seal sitting in her right hand. The symbol over the front was glowing blue slightly, and Darrah glanced up to Timoteo with an anxious face before looking back down to the Seal in her hand. Timoteo quickly walked over, standing by Darrah as Calvin spoke back to her. "They call themselves the Anti-Hero League! They...They think Heroes aren't necessary. They think we're all bad. They've got this new invention, they call it a "firearm". More and more people are starting to buy them. It looks almost like a metal tube with a handle, but it shoots these little lead balls. I've seen a firearm blast clear through platemail! It's insane! Nothing can defend against them! And the League is going to use them against Heroes!"
Darrah angrily said "But not all Heroes are bad! And how dare the people think of turning against us? What have we ever done to them?!" Timoteo's stomach felt cold. He felt confused. What was going on? Calvin said "They're accusing even good Heroes of robbing and murdering, and they say that we're a relic of an old age. They say they can look after themselves!" Darrah's brow furrowed as she said "The people are nothing but fools, then. How many firearms would be needed to defend against bandits? And who's to say the bandits won't use them, too? Or, even Heroes?" Calvin rapidly said "I'm getting myself a firearm tomorrow. I'm in Oakvale right now, and I really don't feel safe. I think the League actually started here. Great way to thank the Hero of Oakvale, eh?" Calvin said, ending his words with a light yet nervous chuckle. Darrah was silent for a moment before softly saying "...It's all the fault of damn evil Heroes. How widespread is this? Does the Guild even know? Maybe we can still stop it!"
Calvin said "I think the Guild already knows, but nobody seems to be doing anything. It's getting dangerous for Heroes, Darrah. I don't know where you are, but don't trust anybody! Albion's getting too pressurized for it's own good, something big is gonna happen in the weeks to come, none of it good." Timoteo said "How powerful could these "firearms" be? I mean, surely something that great would be extremely expensive to make." Calvin said "I-Is that you, Tim? Good to hear your voice. But no, that's the problem! These guns aren't actually that expensive, and it can turn any regular person into something even greater than a Hero! It can give you the power to kill anybody, rather easily...It's insane! People aren't welcoming of Heroes in Oakvale. I need to leave. I'm getting on a ship, and I'm heading for the Hook Coast. Maybe things'll be safe, there?" Darrah said "Brute's in Knothole Glade, Calvin. Maybe, since you're getting on a ship, you should meet him?"
Calvin said "Yeah, yeah, that's a good idea. I was going to contact Brute, anyway. Gibbons and Marst, too. Things are getting out of hand. This needs to stop. If things aren't safe for me at Hook Coast..." Calvin let out a breathless and almost desperate chuckle. "...I'll kill the ringleaders myself. I'm a Hero of Skill. Accuracy is my strength. I bet I'd be even better with a firearm than any of these regular people. They'd better watch out." Darrah was quiet for a moment before saying "...Stay safe, Calvin. Timoteo and I are heading to Lychfield to pay our final respects to Travis, but after that, we should all meet at the Guild-" "No!" Calvin suddenly said. "Not the Guild! When this thing explodes, I bet most of Albion will come swarming for the Guild. It's not safe there!" Timoteo said "Calvin, we practically grew up there, the Guild is the safest place in Albion!" Calvin firmly said "No! Not there! Somewhere discreet. Somewhere nobody can find us."
Darrah said "Calvin, calm down, you're becoming hysterical." Calvin was silent for several seconds before saying "...Look, I've gotta get going, I'm hopping on a merchant ship to Knothole Glade. I might as well just contact Brute and the others on the way, and the ship sells guns, so maybe if I carry my weight in work, they'll just give me a free one. I'll need black powder and pellets for it, though." Darrah said "Okay, well...We'll talk to you later. Be careful, Calvin." Calvin said "You too. Remember, don't trust anybody." A moment later, the blue glow over Darrah's Seal faded, and Darrah sighed, stuffing her Seal back in her bag.
"This is all the fault of people like Bianca!" Darrah angrily said, standing up, her brow deeply furrowed. "Heroes that kill innocent people, steal, terrorize, just generally cause mayhem!" Just as Timoteo was about to defend Bianca, Darrah sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "...But there's no use talking about that. If the people are ready to lead their own little coup and remove us from power, eliminate the defenders of Albion and all it's people...I guess we've got no choice." Darrah looked to Timoteo, saying "Anyone who threatens the Guild is our enemy, Tim. We need to kill them. But if Calvin is right, and firearms can blow through even platemail..." She shook her head, sighing, taking a few steps off to the side in thought. Timoteo said "Maybe we should talk to Weaver, hear why it doesn't seem like the Guild is doing anything." Darrah, with annoyance, said "Why wouldn't the Guild do anything though, that makes no sense!"
Timoteo sighed softly, looking down to the fire. He, too, put his hands on his hips. "I don't know, Darrah...I don't know." He simply said with resignation. Darrah was quiet for several seconds, turning and looking at him, raising a hand and pointing a finger at him lightly. "The people are sick of all Heroes...But surely not every person is against Heroes? Maybe there are some towns we could go to that would welcome us? And the Guild is a fortress, even with firearms, how could the people break in? And with archers along the top, or Heroes with firearms..." Darrah nodded, saying "The Guild is our best bet, I don't know what Calvin was talking about. Even if every person in Bowerstone came crashing down on the Guild, we could survive." Timoteo said "But we can't just kill them, I mean, maybe there's a plague of madness going around?..." Darrah shook her head, crossing her arms across her chest. The firelight lit up her angry face and made her look almost demonic.
"Sure, we can kill them. They pick up a firearm and come after the Guild or Heroes, and they're fair game. Men, women..." "Children?" Timoteo asked incredulously. Darrah was silent for several seconds before shaking her head. "No, not children. The children deserve to be disarmed. But the adults can die, and should die. This will go down as the greatest betrayal in the history of Albion. The people, against the Guild. The Guild has been around for ages...Always defending the people, serving them, protecting them..." Darrah sighed, suddenly sitting down against the ground. "...I promised myself I'd protect the people...Not hurt them..." She said, her voice suddenly sounding like she were pleading. Timoteo slowly walked around the fire, taking a seat to her left, close to her side. "I know...I feel the same." He lightly said. "I thought being a Hero was about helping people. If that's what it's about, then why do the people suddenly hate us?...I mean, there couldn't have been a huge epidemic of evil Heroes, all of a sudden..." Darrah sighed, raising her hands to her head. She felt her fingers over the top of her head and through her hair, sighing. "...I need to eat. And sleep." She said. Timoteo smirked. "I heard that." He said lightly.
The two waited an hour for Bianca to come back, the two not speaking much, the both of them getting out of their armour. When Bianca returned, they were overjoyed to see she had slain a young doe, a female deer. Dragging the doe along, she set about slicing off pieces of edible meat from the corpse, Darrah and Timoteo setting up a makeshift open oven like Bianca had done previously, using pieces of flat rock to heat over the fire. As soon as the first slice of meat was ready, Bianca draped it over the stone directly over the fire, the bloody meat immediately beginning to sizzle. Darrah and Timoteo watched with wide eyes, their mouths watering. Bianca continued to cut meat from the doe, apparently unfazed in the slightest by the gruesome act of repeatedly cutting into the animal's body. She even began to hum to herself as she cut out slice after slice, eventually taking five slices of meat from the animal's torso and stomach before beginning to drag it far off into the woods.
Darrah took the liberty of cooking the rest of the meat Bianca had cut, Timoteo digging in to the first one prepared. "Oh Avo, it's so juicy!" He cried out after the first bite. Darrah grinned excitedly, wolfing down the second finished slice. When Bianca returned, she was given the third. Darrah had a second slice all to herself, and Timoteo and Bianca shared another, the trio finally full after that. Feeling full after a long day's trek, they hunkered down by the warm fire, promptly falling asleep.
Timoteo awoke in the middle of the night, having had a rather erotic dream involving Bianca. Finding himself stiff in his pants, he subtly took a few minutes to take care of his own desire as his two companions slept, finding it quite easy to fall back asleep afterwards.
In the early morning hours, a group of bandits came across the lingering smell of the trio's fire. The Bandits of the Black Hand, they liked to call themselves, were all dressed in midnight black garb. Armed with obsidian weapons to match their outfits, they slowly crept closer, finding the sleeping trio. The dozen bandits all looked at one another and grinned. Prey. They had found prey. Stealthily descending upon the camp site, they pulled out ropes and shackles, plans swimming in their vile heads for the three travellers.
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