((Following the PM that some of you have got, you can post as assembling to the gates, then proceeding on your way to Estolad.))



“I must admit, I am pleasantly surprised, you have chosen quite an enchanting man to spread your ideas.” The purple, clawed hand went through two pairs of tentacles that adorned the base of the creature’s chin as he spoke – its squid-like face was perfectly hidden beneath a dark and billowy cloak and hood, and his words did not betray much of his nature; only his height was a little out of ordinary, much taller than an average humanoid.

“What does that mean?” Zekhen asked, relaxing in a seat situated in front of his conversation partner. “Will they follow him up here?”

“Most of them, yes, they are just realizing the depth behind this matter, and they are pondering to assemble with everyone at the gates, their eyes have been opened, they only need to be shown the way, they would follow.” A sinister chuckle came from beneath the hood, and Zekhen erupted form his seat, joy and satisfaction filling his being, while he was still a little doubtful, he was that kind of person who needed to see before he believed. “Perfect. How about those hiring announcements you have enhanced?” The tanned elf tried to hide and stop his emotions as much as possible – they could have been exploited by the powerful psion.

“Don’t worry about them…” Said the psion dryly.

No one knew what happened to him, he hasn’t reported for back to the Headquarters for two weeks now, and since the Spring Festival he hasn’t been spotted around Lómëdor. Alongside him few other B.A.D.I. members disappeared. Much of his stuff remained in his cabin, creating the impression that he hasn’t abandoned the guild, on the contrary he might have been murdered or abducted by the guild’s enemies: the Shadovar Concordance. Following the recent chaos and confusion that had been bestowed upon the Bureau once with the disappearance of the Sun Guardian, no one bothered to explain his and the other’s disappearances, not yet at least.

“They are on the way as we speak, and should be here any-”

Once the old man finished his speech he jumped off the improvised pillar and left as humbly as he came, leaving the guild’s territory behind, without glancing at it once. The rendezvous point was his only target, the grand gates of Lómëdor were the only thing that his eyes saw, even from afar. He will be first to arrive, and with an infinity patience he will wait for those who cared to assemble at the gates, one by one they arrived, they spoke and shared opinions, criticizing some facts and praising others. Once everyone was assembled, and he was certain that no one else would come, he will lead everyone towards the village of Estolad, across the main route. Once there, they will be lead through the village – the inhabitants will act towards the adventurers as to something normal, something they knew that was coming. Villagers don’t mind the presence of the rebel camp, they even agreed to shelter it into the womb of their society and conceal it at the same time, never did they live so well by selling their goods to the ‘campers’ and never did they feel so safe under Zekhen’s promised protection from whatever may come their way.

“-second now…”

A voice called to Zekhen from outside his tent. “Sir, we’ve got word that a group is approaching Estolad, they should be here any second now. They are lead by an old man!” No one was allowed into Zekhen’s tent as no one knew about the presence of the psion, he wanted to keep him secret for now.

“Very well!” The tanned elf made his way outside and waited for the followers of his cause.

Anika stood in the doorway of a newly emptied room. A pale light sprawled across the wood floor, and even through there were countless people walking through the halls, Anika heard no noise. She was lost in her own thought.

For as long as she had been with BADI, she had despised this room. She found it constricting and unnecessary. However, now that she was leaving, she felt as if she was giving back something she had always wanted, a home. Was she turning her back on the first place that truly cared for her? The first thing she ever really considered a family?

No! This was not the family that accepted her so long ago. It, like every other thing in her life, had been perverted by evil. The father, Sartana, had abandoned the family. His second in command had been taken in by the sweet seduction of evil. Fallen in love with the Guardian of Fire. The one thing that had united all these people together was falling apart. This was not the place that she remembered.

With that last thought she had made herself sure. She stepped out of the doorway, turning her back on the first room that had ever really belonged to her. She wandered the familiar halls of the guild, trying her best to keep her gaze on the ground, not wanting to see the people she was leaving or resurrect any fond memories that might tie her to this dieing family.

Soon Anika had found herself at the gate of Lomedor. It looked as if she had not made it there first, which was typical of her, always getting distracted and going her own way from time to time. She let her powerful eyes scan the crowd, falling on familiar faces and the leader of this abandonment, the old prophet that Anika was now instilling her faith in.

The group was to travel to Estolad, a place Anika had often stopped at on her endless journey. She knew the place well and was sure that she would not mind this trip one bit. A gentle breeze rolled over the land, the winds of change. It flirted with Anika's skirt of veils and made her coin belt around her waist jingle softly. The loving sun kissed her bare shoulders and the flowers were in full bloom. Oh how could Anika ever have forgotten the beauty of traveling. BADI had tried its best to domesticate her, but their attempts were in vain. A gypsy was meant to travel the world , not remain in doors, and Anika had hundreds of years of gypsy blood running through her. There was not a chance in the world of a normal life for her.

After an enjoyable journey, Anika and her companions rolled into the village. Her legs ached , but it did not make her sad. Rather it was like a fond memory once forgotten. She warmly embraced the winded and worn feeling of travel like it was an old friend returning to your life.

Anika looked around at the people with a smile on her face. Her mind was hard at work forming all sorts of questions. Why had they come to Estolad? Who was going to unite all of these people? How would BADI change now? Had she made the right decision?

(post-hunt for the traitors spawn)He had been among the first to Join Zehken's cause, though more out of necessity than concern for the stagnant state the Bureau had fallen to. He'd first heard of Zehken's plan during the Spring Festival over a mug of ale. The details hadn't been of immediate importance, but one of the elf's reasons had struck a powerful chord with Will. After the hit that the vampire, Horvath, had placed upon him, the cunning elf's plan had been the first thought to come to mind and his camp had been the most suitable hide-out the knight could think of. In exchange for the protection Zehken could provide, the soldier had offered his sword, a valuable asset.

As he was among the elf's bodyguard, William stood outside of the master's tent. Today, it had been rumored around the camp that there would be new arrivals, fresh meat for Zehken's cause, though Will hardly viewed them as such. The knight felt obligated to ensure that all who entered this camp left with a rewarding experience. Despite his alliance with this less-than-wholesome elf, his vows to the Goddess of Life still held true. Besides, it appeared that some of Zehken's causes were righteous and those that weren't, hopefully William would be able to resolve.

(Uck, sorry bout the low quality, but I'm not much in a writing mood atm.)

“Brothers, turn away from this treacherous place, there is nothing else to see here, nothing else to protect here, but a treacherous realm and a web of lies."
Winter fastened one of the straps that held her boots around her shins.
"If you truly believe in the Bureau and the very principles that has been founded on, then assemble at the gates of this very city for I shall guide you to the rebirth of this guild. If not, then may Lothlómendil have mercy on your souls while the Evil will walk right through you."
She hefted up the 'X' shaped scabbard that held her twin katana and hefted it over her back.
"We need to stand together, but not under a flawed leader with rather ‘strange connections’. Fame and fortune await you on the other side!”
She heaved a sigh and opened the door to her room.
“Refuse to be a victim any longer, refuse to be lied! Come and I will show you the path, come and we might stand a chance against forces of shadow and fire. Come my brothers, I beg of you!”

Winter didn't often visit the B.A.D.I head quarters, she proffered to spend her time away and only ever visited for a few days to attend her classes before vanishing for months at a time. This time was different though, she'd only just arrived and she was already packing to leave, all because of the strange man standing at the gates of B.A.D.I.

Winter had just arrived from another long absence from the guild to find a strange figure standing on a makeshift podium in the grounds, Winter had frozen in place as the man delivered his speech but once he made to leave she made no movements whatsoever. Of course the man passed her as he left and had he been paying attention he might have noticed the air around him grow suddenly colder.

Only a few minutes later Winter had begun collecting anything necessary for her journey and set off, leaving Shari behind with Libra with instructions to bring her the dai-katana the moment Winter needed it. All too soon, Winter arrived at the gates to Lomedor with the rest of the rabble. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned them, the air about her growing colder once more. The group set off towards Estalod, leaving Lomedor and the main campus of B.A.D.I far behind.

Lyon Camaris stared about his dormitory in the guild hall of B.A.D.I., wondering if he would ever be welcome here again. Depending on how active this prophet and his men would be about the revolution that they seemed to be plotting, he could possibly become a man estranged from the guild and hunted by all those still remaining loyal. Lyon himself was not bound by such loyalty. He had joined the guild for the sole purpose of money. A lone mercenary had difficulty finding work, but with the aid of the guild, which was renown for it's skilled agents, his reputation had been bolstered, and he now was faced with countless potential employers.

However, now he was leaving.

Lyon had listened attentively as the prophet had shouted his message. The man spoke truth, brought to attention things that Lyon himself had over the last few weeks been troubled about. Sartana, the competent and skilled Guardian of the Sun, had founded the guild. Lyon had respected the man; it had been obvious just by looking at the way that he carried himself that he was a mighty warrior and good leader. However, with the hat-wearing guild master's disappearance, Merewenen Coamel, Sartana's chosen second-in-command, had ascended to the role of Guildmaster. Lyon did not have anything against the woman personally, yet he did not know her well enough to make judgments. Surely, she would not have been given a position of power by Sartana unless he knew she was capable, and yet...as of yet, Lyon could not gauge her skills as a fighter and leader. Not only that, but troubling rumors involving her and the Guardian of fire, Vaudeux Jupiter had arisen lately. Jupiter was a known servant of evil.

Therefore, Lyon would heed this prophet's call. He would head to the gates, to see what would happen. Not only did he agree with most of the mysterious man's sentiments, but he also was curious. What did he have planned? A riot? A new guild? A war? Only time would tell. Lyon, nodding to himself, strapped on his weapons, hefted his spear and shield, and strode out of his room and away from the guild. As he made his way through Lomedor, he did not look back.

Upon reaching the gates, Lyon noticed that he was not the only one here. It seemed this man had managed to recruit quite a following. He certainly had good skills of speech and persuasion...Lyon would have to keep an eye on him for that. The mercenary peered about, recognizing several people he had seen in the guild. Many of the people appeared nervous and unsure of themselves. Lyon didn't blame them. They were now set firmly on a road that led to an unknown place. None could see what the conclusion of this event would be, but it would surely be significant.

After they waited for others to arrive, the group was on their way, heading off towards Estolad, where hopefully they would find answers and reassurance.