Plague's silouhette walked through the magically locked doors leading to the Assassin's guild they seemed to part for him as he walked through the room with only around 6 or 7 people in it. His silver hair fell gently into his eyes as he looked at the assassin's some were quietly reading or making some kind of poison and others were chatting on their most recent kill. He stepped forward leading into the chamber of their leader a man who's skills were only that of legends. Plague bowed to the man and with a booming voice the man said. " Ah Plague what is it that brings you back into the guild? Have you thought about rejoining us? " He asked as he removed his hood to look Plague eye to eye. Plague smiled a fanged smile and said. " No I apologise but I am not here to join you I am here to get some information, I want to know what is the most recent political debates between the nations anything will help. " Plague said bowing to the man once again. " You were always thinking three steps ahead everyone else...very well go to the library and open the large black skeletal doors there you will find the information you seek. " The man said as he placed his hood back on his head. " Thank you sir. " Plague said as he left the room heading down to the library to see what secrets it kept.
Leon stretched his arms over his head, the hot sun felt amazing on his skin as he walked through the sandy region. " I don't believe it! I was appointed Swordmaster! " He said with a happy smile. Ever since his promotion to Swordmaster of Kilitia he couldn't stop smiling it was his dream to become the greatest swordsman in the world and this was just another step to that dream of course his talents were for Kilitia or anywere the leader sent him he guessed. He raised his left hand out to eye level and watched with a smile on his face. Like an invisible layer of glass shattered from his swords they appeared swirling wildly around his body. He raised both of his hands like he was actually holding swords and swung them with excellent grace precision. His blades wung through the sand infront of him not faltering for even a moment. He slammed his hands together and watched as his multiple swords clicked and shaped together to form two much larger swords. He gripped them tight in his hands and swung the blades like they were normal sticks. He slammed the blade's into the sand and watched as a thick layer of sand parted when his blades crashed into the ground.
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