SAO:PoA - Chapter Eight

Floor 26, February 27th, 2023

A long caravan of players arrived the city of Londanium. Around forty players, between them, eight sad players. Kibaou was one of the first to see them. Once they arrived he greeted upon their arrival.

He directed himself to Thinker.

Kibaou: “Glorious day for all. Even with all the difficulties you could arrive here Thinker, Yuriel.”

Silica entered desperate running the stables.

“No come here girl!”

He chased her a few steps but Galahad unsheathed Galatine placing the blade in his neck. The soldier stopped. The girl continued her way until Galant.

Silica: “Sir Dagonet?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant nodded looking to the ground. She saw Bors with Dagonet’s war hammer in his hands. A tear came down from her right cheek, falling to her knees and crying. Guinevere lowered herself and tried to comfort her.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Kibaou: “Our Royal Knights. You are now free to go! Let us sing the end of the contract.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">A soldier of the army approached, with the contract. Kibaou signed it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The eight knights looked at him enraged to the men who send Dagonet and several other players to his doom. Just rage could be felt in the atmosphere. Galant approached Kibaou directly looking at him. He turned to the soldier, took the pen and signed, finishing their alliance forever. He turned to Kiboau once more.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “Commander, Kibaou.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant punched him in the stomach, leaving him without breath and upon the dirt of the stables floor.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Farewell forever.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The leader took his left after shaking hands with Thinker and Yuriel.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Guinevere, Silica, Gawn, Percival, Galahad, Elicia and Tristan followed him. Bors was stuck on his place. Without movement. Lance got near him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Lance: “Bors.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He continued to look to the now standing Kiboau.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“BORS!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He turned his sight to his friend.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“This is thanks to Dagonet.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“The contract does not offer him freedom. HE IS ALREADY FREE. HE IS DEAD!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Bors and Lance followed them.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker: “Can we follow you?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Lance: “If you must.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He continued to walk, following their friends to the teleport plaza.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Kibaou: “Are you seriously following that piece shit!?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker: “BE CAREFULL WITH YOUR WORDS! I owe my life to the man. The least I can do is pay my respect in the funeral of his friend. And also, I want a good punishment for Tetsu, he threatened a life’s player.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Kibaou: “He will have it leader.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker: “Let’s go Yuriel.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Kibaou watched as his two leaders followed his ex-allies. He raged, spited to the ground and went inside the base.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The Royal Knights and company teleported the 7th floor. After a bit of walking they arrived to their base, the castle of Camelot. At the back of it, there was a garden, at the left side near a large rose bush; there was a stone tablet in diagonal position with a fire at top of it. They all gathered round it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Percival: “I begged we didn’t ever use this.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Gawn: “As did we all.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Tristan came from the castle, and gave a small hammer and a chisel.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Tristan: “Bors, is your duty isn’t it?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Bors washed his tears over with his left hand.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Bors: “Yeah.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He grabbed the tools, and started writing lines, forming letters with it. In five minutes he had finished. The stone reed: DAGONET. He got up.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “you should say some words now. In honor of your brother.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Bors: “I don’t have any. You are the good one with speeches, Galant.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant nodded.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “For a good speech you have to be possessed with pure feelings in your heart and soul. In this moment, you are the one with the most pure.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Bors sighed, while trying to held tears he spoke

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Bors: “First of all, thank you all for coming here, even if you didn’t knew Dagonet that good. He was my elder brother and the best and only I had. He was reckless, impulsive hot headed, we all knew him. Yet with pure heart, even to sacrifice himself for our sakes, as he did today. He had a girlfriend in the real world, named Mira. Yesterday the last we spoke was about her, he just begged she could be waiting for him. I do not know, yet I hope so. For the one that gets out of this cursed game, please tell here, that’s my reason for speaking this if I do not achieve that goal. In his honor let us end this day with a feast in his honor, and carry his soul as it arrives to the afterlife, were we shall join him one day.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He turned to his tomb.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Bors: “RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS!” <p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;padding:0cm;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">All: “RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUS!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thirty pictons arrived to the principal camp of Cerdic. Cynric walked accompanied by Hagen and the traitor Velron.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The King of monsters lied on the ground round a small fire, outside his tent, accompanied by Boewold and Thollbrand. His son got next to him, and got to his knees.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“King, I have failed you.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I told you, you must be patient with the enemy.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He got up. Looking to the rest of the infantry for a brief moment then turned to his son one again.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“You recklessly and incompetence has coasted me 70 of my men.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Cynric took out his knife, placing the blade on the lower part of the jaw, ready to stab himself

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I offer you my life, for mi disgrace.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Cerdic grabbed his arm, and took his knife away

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“NO. No my son.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Then his placed his left arm over the back of his son’s neck.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Thank you father.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Cerdic then grabbed his neck strongly with his arm. Leaving his soon without movement. Placed the knife of his left cheek, near to his eye, and slowly slashed downwards until the beginning of his mouth, without a single scream in pain from his son. He threw the knife away and laid on the grass on the same position he was.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Boewolt, you are my second in command.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Cyric opened his eyes with a mad look to his king.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Yes, you are a true son.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Cynric got up keeping the same look to his father, who remained with indifference to him. He grabbed his knife, and stabbed backwards a Picton thought the belly realasing his anger upon it. Taking his leave after it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Cerdic laughed a brief moment.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Cynric’s monsters have proven unworthy, Boewolt. It is time to change strategy. We will reach higher levels with this, and some then we shall face the Royal Knights once again.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">A long table was set on the kitchen of Camelot, as Guinevere and Gawn prepared the food, the rest of the guest were sited and chatting. Galant and Lance sited on the head of the table, as the rest of them remained at the sides of it. Suddenly, Gawn accompanied by Guinivere, arrived with a silver tray, with a pan upon it. He placed it on the center of the table, and took the cover away, it was stew.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">They served drink to everybody then Galant got up.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “As Bors said, thank you all for coming here. This is for Dagonet, our friend. Let him rest him in peace, as we honor him.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">They all clashed cups, and sheared drink as they took taste of a wonderful meal. The food was quickly gone, as Guinevere and Gawn together were great chefs.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Yuriel: “The food was great.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Guinivere: “Thank you.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker: “Also you received us in your home after all.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Lance: “Take it as payment for gratitude. You two were the only members of ALC we had a good relation.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker: “What is your plan for continuing?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “We are done with guild alliances. We will go forward, at our own means.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Gawn: “For now, we will participate in the next boss battle.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker: “Yeah it a good idea The Knights of Blood hare a powerful guild, they shall certainly lead the players in the next levels.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Percival: “Do you know of them?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker: “In person, no. Just rumors.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “That is not trust worthy. We shall see.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He drank for his glass

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Besides it, there is something that we must do: Cerdic. After Dagonet died on his wake, we shall take retribution on it, someday.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker: “Are you mad? He has an army. You are just eight.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Silica: “Nine!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Elicia: “Ten.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Yuriel: “Elicia, why would you…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Elicia: “They killed my entire guild. My friends are gone from this world because of him. I was used as living bait. We have common purpose; I have my reasons to join.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “Much needed aid, well received.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker “Yet, you are roughly outnumbered and outmatched. How will you do?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “When there is will, there a way”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker: “You cannot just wage war with that belief.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “Enough! It is you decision to take Thinker. As we now are a different guild. Our decisions are not your concern!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">A brief silence filled the air. As suddenly the door was knocked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Gawn: “Who might be?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Lance: “No idea, it’s already 10pm, too late for visits.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “Percival, Gawn, check the door. The rest, get ready for an ugly situation.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Gawn: “Okey.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Gawn and Percival went to the door, opened it. A mid-twenties year man, with two long locks coming from the side of his head, just in front his ears. A silver armor was covering most of his body, with white and red as colors, a two handed sword sheath on his belt. He had a strange look upon face, as serious gaze.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Gawn: “Welcome to Camelot, you are?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I am not authorized to tell you. I am looking for Galant, your leader.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Percival: “If you wish to break word with him, give us your sword.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I will not.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Gawn: “Then you will not have it. Leave this place.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I shall not leave until I have words with him.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Gawn: “Leave!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I will not!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He prepared to hit Gawn.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">An arrow passed next to his face and stucked on the door. Tristan loaded another while the Royal Knights gather in front of the man.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “If you wish you break words, you better be polite to my men, and do not dare to hit them, or fall were you stand.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The man lowered his hand anger.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “Who are you and what is your purpose here, for starting?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“My name is Kuradeel, member of the sacred Knights of Blood.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">All were surprised by the fact.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Kuradeel: “I come bearing a massage for my leader, Heathcliff.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Lance: “Which would be?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Kuradeel: “He has heard about your guilds achievements, what you have done, and the battle you had with Cerdic. He arranges meeting, on the hills at the outside of this city at the north in an hour. Four of your men to accompany you, Heathcliff to hold the same.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Guinevere: “For discussion about which matters.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I ignore them.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “I shall consider term, yet if your leader proves to be as you, he will have no more of me.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Kuradeel: “I take my path now. We will wait for you on agreed place.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He took his leave.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker: “I do not know what you intend Galant, but I hope to be a proper path.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “I always do the same.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker : “We shall take leave now. Apologies for discussion.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “Not necessary. You were caring about my friends, that itself is a good gesture, one that none of you comrades had.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker: “Good luck, you will need it.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Thinker and Yuriel left to the teleport plaza.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Lance: “Are you certain about the meeting? he threatened our own men at our own home.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “They are the ones that arrange meeting about the next boss raid team. I shall meet the man behind this personally.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Lance: “If just four can be seen with you, I am coming with you.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “Thank you brother.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Gawn: “As would I.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Guinivere: “And myself also.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galahad: “Who shall be the fourth?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Elicia: “I want to go.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant:  “Well received aid, yet you should have told us before the reason you.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Elicia: “I did not wish to reveal my past, without knowing who you were.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “And what has changed?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Elicia: “We have common purpose; I have my reasons to join. And…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">She hesitated for a brief moment looking down as her eyes teared, holding her right arm to her chest and blushing.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “And?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Lance: “She has proven trusty worthy Galant!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “Alright. She is your responsibility. If her tale results false, I would see proper punishment.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Guinivere: “We should gather things, and get ready, we still have 45 minutes.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “In 30 minutes we are going, prepare for the worst.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Moon was at its highest peak. In the hill, there was a <span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif";mso-ansi-language:EN-US">muscular, tall, and physically strong man looking to the horizon. With a cool demeanor, light grey hair, with a long lock coming in front of his face and other front the back of his head. He was uniformed with a red, black and white heavy armor and a cape on his back. He also carried upon it a T-like shield, with his sword sheathed upon it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He was accompanied by four more. All of them dressed with the same colors. One of the players carried a large axe another was Kuradeel, the other was a young male player. The last one was a girl, nearly 15 years, orange-brownish chestnut hair and hazel eyes. She appeared very beautiful, but nervous as she held her rapier upon waist tight, and tabbed it rapidly.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“We are to exposed, commander.” She spoke

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Still yourself.” The tall man spoke.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“The hour is already the agreed upon. They are late. Why are you so sure they will come?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Because it is, what I would do.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Some minutes passed. When the fifth was about to start, five figures appeared for the dark forest, some of them holding weapon upon hand.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The tall man smiled, while still looking to the horizon, the opposite direction the players had arrived.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Have you ever witnessed such a thing? Such a marvelous universe that is crafted by human hands. Something that can be equal as beautiful to deadly.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Why did you call me here Heathcliff?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Same reason you came: curiosity”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He turned to Galant. The two leaders gazed briefly to each other. Galant noticed something strange about him. He was not as other players he had seen before. Without knowing what it was, although, it gave chills on his back.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“And has it been satisfied?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“We had fought against many things in the last four months, suffering wounds upon effort, yet we still continue. I may have more words, with potential ally.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “There non that would have difference. My thoughts are clear upon subject.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Perhaps”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He moved his left hand to his back and took his sword and shield an unsheathed it. All the Royal Knights drew weapons (except Galant) as KoB members did the same.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Yet I would still have them, regardless.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">He sheathed back his sword on the shield one again, and gave it to Kuradeel on his back.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant unsheathed Balmung Blade and his shield. He took a brief look to its steel, and sheathed it on his shield, gave it to Lance.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Lance surprised by his friends move. Galant nodded to him. Lance grabbed his shield with bad attitude.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Heathcliff: “Leave us.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The young girl looked at him with Lance same look.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Commander…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Fall to command.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">She looked to them for a brief moment, and left with the other three men, as Galant also commanded his men the same. In a matter of seconds, the two leaders were alone, face to face. Heathcliff turned to the Horizon once again, as Galant approached his left. The leader of KoB started the conversation.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“It is a known thing is it not, that your guild alone cannot clear this game.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Sentiment sheared, by all the times we have proven the impossible, possible.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I have heard much about your tales about you. Tales about fights, blood and death. Your friend among them.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“The rumor arrived rapidly to your ears.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“I am sorry.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Dagonet died as a hero, saving all our lives. I would not be here if we not for him. Even I am thoughtful towards his death, I seek to balm it, with vengeance.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“How you can manage such a thing?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“When there is a will there is a way.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“And now you will again lead all your friends to join him in useless attempt, instead of joining a more powerful guild?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Whatever happens to us, it happens because we choose it. We decide our fates: not you. Not another guild. Not even God.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“You chose but time and place of Journey’s end.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Better to die for own choice, than from others.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“And will it balm your wound? If you held miracle, and defeat Cerdic and his hordes, will you be satisfied, that you brought who has injured you to justice?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“There is no justice. Not in this world.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Finally, a thing we agree upon.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Heathcliff lifted his right hand opened. Galant took a look at the so called Living Legend, standing right in front of him. He did the same as they shared a hand shake, showing that thought differences, they respected one another.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Tomorrow we will have to reunion on Secandanse, on 26th floor for the boss raid team, which will also be tomorrow.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“We shall be there.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant and Heathcliff began to part ways, few steps away, the leader of the Royal Knights stopped.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Heathcliff…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">The leader of Kob also stopped and turned back.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“…someday, we shall see who of us two is the strongest.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">“Someday, but not yet.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">They both continued, until they could not see one another. Lance and the others noticed their leader coming.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Lance: “What happened?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “We spoke about a possible guild alliance, to fight Cerdic.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Lance: “You agreed?!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “No, I did not. The boss raid team is assembling tomorrow, on Secandanse.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Gawn: “What do you think of him?”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “He is unlike any player I have seen before. I do not know what is, or it is good or bad, yet, I feel it.”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Guinevere: “What shall we do then?” <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:"Hevaltica","serif"; mso-ansi-language:EN-US">Galant: “We are going to the meeting, and some day, we shall face Cerdic again, and return bitter favor.”