LithiumSedai

While it has nothing to do with the subject at hand - anyone on a power trip who knowingly uses a combat magic to assault (not defend against!) someone they're obviously hostile to, and likely to call PvP, has only themselves to blame for the ensuing walk back from CT. PvP is GOD's gift to Man. Healing magic is alright, I guess.

OOC: MC Name?: LithiumSedai Discord?(Required, can PM me.): LithiumSedai#2394 -=- IC: Full Name: Sigmund Alstreim Race: Highlander Age: Roughly 45 Reasoning for joining?: Visited the Guild as a guest, you appear to be a bunch of great fellows. When are you free for an interview?: Usually anytime between 16:00 and 01:00 GMT every day Do you swear to follow and uphold all of the Guild's rules and customs?: Aye. What position do you seek?(If an official position, let me know.): Blacksmith What is your favorite color?: IC? Red. OOC? Purple.

With a loud sigh, Renna Talraen slammed the ledger shut. It was not the chill of wind, howling between the towers of Adelburg and seeping into her office, nor the extensive marks indicating discrepancies, adorning the Administration records, that irked her, no. She reclined in her seat, casting a brief glance towards the flickering flames that illuminated the spacious room before delving into her thoughts. It has been there for a while, she thought to herself. She sat there in silence for a brief moment, her gaze wandering away to a spot in the distance, idly twirling a lock of her once dark hair, now nearly grey. How long has it been since the first time? Twenty years? Renna sighed once more, raising her hand towards the light to examine it. As steady as ever, she noted, but yet burdened by unease. It has been far too long since she grasped a dagger. Years since her trusty blades had brought relief to one of the unworthy. Her inner voice suddenly resounded within her mind, so charming, yet so terrifying, sending a nervous tremor down her spine. "Do not forget. The task never ends. Never!" it echoed. The other voice responded, exalted and vigorous. "The Law must be upheld. The Empire is sacred." Renna eagerly nodded in agreement, completely swayed, sending a stream of thoughts to them both. "It is our duty," she confirmed. "I vowed to serve the realm of Man. I swore my undying loyalty." Her mind hastily wandered off - towards thoughts of service and honor, memories of staunch Imperial loyalists she admired. Those who brought her home back. His Imperial Majesty, noble and glorious on his throne. Felix Fitch, a hardened veteran. Ser Lion, a man of legends. The first voice then interjected, slicing deep through her memories as if it were her flesh. "No. It does not matter. The task never ends. Do not forget." "Do you not recall?" she desperately bargained. "One does not exclude the other. We cleanse the world through our service. The Law must be upheld," she concluded, the other voice sending forth whispers of approval. She thought of the criminals her vigilance brought to justice. To a swift death, towards final relief and a step closer towards completing her task. It was the right thing to do. Her friends, her heroes would have approved. Renna leapt from her chair, lunging forth towards the desk. Her gaze locked onto a piece of parchment, displayed beside her ledger. She quickly scanned through the report - one of the Marked Men, of their dealings with Ser Lion and his assortment of adventures and squires. "You see?" she whispered, a hint of desperation in her tone. "They do the same. The task inches ever closer to completion. Relief must be brought to the unworthy. The Law must be upheld." "That is not enough," the terrible voice resounded again, almost as if mocking her. "It is your clouded judgment that assigns their actions meaning and importance. What you do matters. The task never ends." Renna said nothing, letting the voices fade into the void. But she needed confirmation; her hand crept towards the quill, a blank parchment brought to the desk. Moments later, a majestic raven already braved the wind, set for Mordskov - carrying a letter that read: "Ser Lion, The word of your continuous brave deeds has reached your friend in Adelburg. I wish to find out more about this company of yours - would you be so kind to inform me about it at your earliest convenience? I look forward to hearing from you, or meeting you in our Capital once more. Yours truly, Renna Talraen"

Alstreim thinks it through, sitting by the counter in the Linandrian bar. "Aye, th' tiny elf now hunts down spooks too? Wha' a time t' be alive," he idly mutters to himself, slamming his bottle of ale down on the counter.

Renna signs the cross upon hearing the news, silently withdrawing from the scene.

7/10 hot enough

I would be interested in helping out; I'm a long-time Planet Minecraft skinner and contest judge - here's my work. I don't use Skype, though - would there be a way to get around that requirement?