[color=#008000][h2][center][b][u]War for the Crown- Bulithy Vale[/u][/b][/center][/h2][/color]

The old warrior sighed and shook his head. [b]”You don’t understand. Whoever this ‘Locke’ and whatever it means to be a ‘Champion’ wouldn’t matter against a beast like this. I’ll live through this, like I have everything else. One as young as yourself shouldn’t worry about what happened here, move on for it never happened. It matters not to history, those of us who died here are nothing but criminals to those beyond this forest.”[/b] The old man walked over to the camp, leading Maris behind and into the rather clean camp, no bodies within its limits though several could be seen further away and had been dragged there. 
[@Samara]

[color=#005ce6][h2][center][b][u]Heham’s Desire- Heham[/u][/b][/center][/h2][/color]

[b]”Good man,”[/b] boomed the blacksmith as he held his arms wide, [b]”we could use even one of you Sentinels against the foolish King. The Blackwatch though, I don’t know how well they’ll listen to reason. They like their gold more than their morals. We’ll have to hope they’ll listen to reason when we make our proclamation to them.”[/b] Several other Sentinels agreed to the decision, making almost the whole Guild by the end of it. The only people who made no decision were the oldest members and the leader himself. Those who agreed stood up and shook hands with the blacksmith, his wide smile greeting each of them warmly. 

[@AetherChronos]

[color=#4dffff][h2][center][b][u]Galrond[/u][/b][/center][/h2][/color]

The mages stopped at the sight of Rebecca, her halberd a danger to any of them if they got close. [b]”You dare try stop us you fool? Valiant as you might be in protecting the weak dredges of this society, you are in the wrong. Lower your weapon now and we will spare your life. If not, you shall die by our heads alongside these filth who dare hassle us, bring us many haggard nights. You know not what they have done to me and my kind,”[/b] called a man in a long, green robe and holding a sword towards Rebecca. 

His eyes wandered across the road, near empty now of people yet a few mage running in the opposite direction. Those who left looked afraid, seemingly paranoid of every shadow as the sun’s light danced across the glass and water about the streets. A few young children peeked out of shuttered windows and around alley corners, though they knew well enough they should not be there. [b]”Merasmus! My old man! What a fine time for you to show up,”[/b] said a young mage who had only seen Merasmus around rarely, [b]”we could use your help. These filthy peasants dare war against us mages for doing our jobs. Your power could do us well in our efforts to teach them a lesson.”[/b]

[@Frizan]
[@Ezekial Wolffe]