Under Control

Stepping upon the fine sand of Nujel'm, his body heated up due to the extreme temperature of the climate. His eyes quickly scanned the island, but they mostly caught on the gigantic marble building, the palace. He lifted his arm, and waved one finger, and he and the guild unloaded off of the boat.

Taking faster steps towards the palace, there armor ringing in rhythm, thoughts crossed through Cadaen's mind. Can this "Shadow" man be trusted?, he shrugged the thought out of his mind. They approached the stairs, as Devon Kaldemier walked up to him and spoke.

"Where shall we stay?" spoke Devon.

"Whatever Shadow grants us, it shall be nice, or Shadow shall... not see Nujel'm tomorrow," Cadaen responded, letting a faint grin cross his lips. Devon nodded once, stepping back with the others. They marched up the stairs, watching the doors open and Shadow step out.

"Greetings, and welcome to our new haven," The Shadow greeted them. Cadaen nodded once.

"Good afternoon," Cadaen spoke to the Shadow.

"Denweir, you told me you had Fire Isle under your influence, can you complete this task by today, and secure the island?" The Shadow asked calmly.

Cadaen laughed quietly to himself, nodding once at The Shadow, his eyes glaring into him. The Shadow nodded, turning to face Avshar at his side. Cadaen's eyes wondered into the palace, as he noticed a man dressed in royal clothing, and he smirked.

Cadaen turned to face the group, looking to Richter and Orion.

"Secure the island, try and keep the casualties as low as possible," Cadaen said, looking at Orion intently. Richter smirked at Cadaen, and Orion frowned. They both nodded, making their way back to the boats.

* * * * *

Orion, Richter, and their sects quickly made there way through the swampy forests of Fire Isle. Orion turned his head, his partially elven ears hearing some ruffling in the bushes. Orion motioned Richter to follow. Immediately, Orion jumped down, pulling the wander healer up.

"Don't hurt me!" he screamed.

"And why would we... hurt you?" Richter said, smirking. Orion drew his blade. The healer looked around the group.

"Where is... Janus Black? The Syndicate does not travel without Janus Black," the healer said to the group.

"You wanna die!?" Orion yelled at the man. The healer gulped, and blood dripped from his mouth as the blade punctured through the mans stomach.

* * * * *

Later that evening, the entire group settled in on the north side of Nujel'm, Orion and Richter approached Cadaen.

"Island is secure," Richter said, grinning. Cadaen smirked wickedly to himself.

This was only the beginning.

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> Stepping upon the fine sand of Nujel'm, his body heated up due to the extreme temperature of the climate. His eyes quickly scanned the island, but they mostly caught on the gigantic marble building, the palace. He lifted his arm, and waved one finger, and he and the guild unloaded off of the boat. > Taking faster steps towards the palace, there armor ringing in rhythm, thoughts crossed through Cadaen's mind. <i>Can this "Shadow" man be trusted?</i>, he shrugged the thought out of his mind. They approached the stairs, as Devon Kaldemier walked up to him and spoke. > "Where shall we stay?" spoke Devon. > "Whatever Shadow grants us, it shall be nice, or Shadow shall... not see Nujel'm tomorrow," Cadaen responded, letting a faint grin cross his lips. Devon nodded once, stepping back with the others. They marched up the stairs, watching the doors open and Shadow step out. > "Greetings, and welcome to our new haven," The Shadow greeted them. Cadaen nodded once. > "Good afternoon," Cadaen spoke to the Shadow. > "Denweir, you told me you had Fire Isle under your influence, can you complete this task by today, and secure the island?" The Shadow asked calmly. > Cadaen laughed quietly to himself, nodding once at The Shadow, his eyes glaring into him. The Shadow nodded, turning to face Avshar at his side. Cadaen's eyes wondered into the palace, as he noticed a man dressed in royal clothing, and he smirked. > Cadaen turned to face the group, looking to Richter and Orion. > "Secure the island, try and keep the casualties as low as possible," Cadaen said, looking at Orion intently. Richter smirked at Cadaen, and Orion frowned. They both nodded, making their way back to the boats. > * * * * * > Orion, Richter, and their sects quickly made there way through the swampy forests of Fire Isle. Orion turned his head, his partially elven ears hearing some ruffling in the bushes. Orion motioned Richter to follow. Immediately, Orion jumped down, pulling the wander healer up. > "Don't hurt me!" he screamed. > "And why would we... hurt you?" Richter said, smirking. Orion drew his blade. The healer looked around the group. > "Where is... Janus Black? The Syndicate does not travel without Janus Black," the healer said to the group. > "You wanna die!?" Orion yelled at the man. The healer gulped, and blood dripped from his mouth as the blade punctured through the mans stomach. > * * * * * > Later that evening, the entire group settled in on the north side of Nujel'm, Orion and Richter approached Cadaen. > "Island is secure," Richter said, grinning. Cadaen smirked wickedly to himself. > This was only the beginning.
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