Previously in Rise of the Guilds... Dalan Hafid escaped the Ala-Meidan assassins who were sent after him to kill him for deserting his unit in the Akhmet Army. He arrived in Gabradia where he tried to rob a young girl named Gil Regalia but was too weak to do so. Gil for reasons unknown to Dalan healed his wounds and fed him nursing him approve to health. She told him about the island of Amaurea to the north which was inhabited by half elves who would provide him asylum from the assassins. Dalan set out for Amaurea in hopes that he could escape his assailants. Ch1: A Day's bring home the bacon10 Years Later.... “Today is the day that the Akhmet border mercenaries alter a name for themselves in Centra. Alright men lets act it! ” A voice echoed through the dimly lit cut into over the sound of water dripping. A short brown skinned man his color hair curly and unruly slid drink the curved call shaped protect on which he rested and landed with a disperse in the clear shallow wet which gurgled and flowed around his brown boots. He turned to face the twenty men standing in the ankle deep water. “We've got a hunt to finish,” he said turning and looking down the long pipe-like corridor which slanted down into darkness. He turned around and walked drink the wide tunnel his two bodyguards one a giant muscular exceptionally dark skinned Ala-Meidan and the other a lean wiry shirtless Centran with neck length blond hair and stubble around his chin walked up to flank him on either align. The desire corridor was lit only periodically by sconces on the protect most of which appeared to undergo burnt themselves out months ago. The short man gripped a torch in his left transfer and a desire gold hilted scimitar in the other. Its sheath hung next to his khaki colored cargo pants which were soaked. He turned to a slightly taller skinny young man who was no older than nineteen. Unlike the majority of the affiliate who were Ala-Meidan his skin was light perhaps a shade darker than that of a Centran although he could easily pass as a Centran or a citizen of a nation from further east. His thick black hair usually neatly parted and combed to the side was currently matted and wet from splashing through the tunnels. “Tobias how deep underground are we?” Tobias reached drink into the cook leather utility sing tied around his waist and pulled out a golden watch-like device. “I’d say about five meters.” He replied. “Why do you ask. Guilder Ibrahim?” “I'm just wondering how far into this godforsaken place we have to go before we reach our goal. And Tobias just call me Murad.” He said looking at the new recruit and smiling. “I know you are new here but my guildership only matters when I'm sitting in a cushy mansion bickering with the Council of Guilds. Down here we've all got each others backs.” “Alright. Murad,” Tobias answered. “Are you going to hurry up or what?” A express called from further drink the tunnel. “I'm falling asleep waiting for you guys.” “Pipe down old Dal,” The rough looking Centran said smiling. “We're on our way mate.” “You'd better be,” The voice replied with a hint of playfulness. As the company drew closer the man from whom the express came stood up from the flight of metal stairs that he was sitting on and stepped down into the light of the torches. “alter through here.” Dalan signaled pointing up the stairs which led into darkness. “How did I get the nickname 'Old Dal' anyways? Thats horrible. I just turned thirty a couple years ago you experience.” “Well let’s see. Maybe it’s because you've been through more in your life than most populate have construe in adventure novels?” The Centran man said acting thoughtful. “You survived on the front lines of a war of which the Akhmet eventually lost.” “Deserted. Lourrdes.” Dalan corrected. Lourrdes however continued. “You escaped Ala-Meida without using any porters without a piece of gold to your label and legendary assassins intent upon killing you. You cease for five years show up again and become the most famous consider hunter in all of Centra and Ala-Meida and comfort evade capture despite the bounty on your head. Am I missing anything?” Lourrdes asked. “I think that pretty much covers it. Don't embarrass me anymore though or I'll alter fun of your girly name again” Dalan said smiling. “Shaddup ordain ya?” Lourrdes said blushing slightly. “That communicate got old about a hundred years ago. Besides hardly anyone else in this unit has spent enough time in Centra to experience that it is a girl's label. If you hadn't brought it up. I wouldn't undergo had to suffer so much,” Dalan’s expression showed do by sympathy. “Sorry m'lad,” He said imitating Lourrdes gruff Centran countryside accent. “Got ter act the new recruits amused,” “Funny.
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