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[center][u][b]Topic:[/b][/u] [b]A Proposal[/b]

[u][b]Sender:[/b][/u] [b]Friend[/b]

[b]Greetings Azga the Amazing. Would you like to become a hero? Please head towards the Black Guild then and open your doorway towards glory. Beware of the lying thief.[/b] [/center]
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That was the message that would be sent to Azga the Amazing’s user interface. Honestly though, it was practically dripping with the makings of a scam. For starters, the fact that the Sender was simply titled “Friend” was skeptical enough in on itself and it wasn’t uncommon for Hackers or even other Players to send in prank messages to spam other people’s inboxes. And the lying thief? Seriously, it sounded like the beginnings of a bad novel or something. With luck, Azga would flat out ignore the message and continue on with his journey to the Dark Guild.

But as if orchestrated by some ulterior force, his progress would soon be impeded by the tumbling of bodies and a loud protest. One moment his path was clear and in the next someone had logged in right in front of him. The Player had no time to react as they were plopped right in Azga’s line of walking. Stumbling backwards, the female Avatar scowled darkly before fixing her hat atop her head.

[color=f7941d]“Hey watch it scrub! You know, we all wanna level up and be badasses, but that’s no reason to not watch where you’re going,”[/color] the girl said pointedly. Above her head, her Player status was visible to all with only a few weapons on hand and minimal cash.

It read Corpse Collector.

Back in the Black Throne, Moon Rider regarded Newt’s long winded explanations once again with a cool demeanor. Did Scarlet Harleys usually talk this much? The Black King neither knew nor cared, only listening in silence as Newt laid out her reasonings and pledged her allegiance to the Ebony Strykers with that confident smile of hers.

[color=8493ca]“I don’t need your assistance in hunting down this apparent thief. I already know the Player’s Avatar and it’s mere common sense that they would want to frame me,”[/color] she said indifferently. [color=8493ca]“Furthermore, I accept no apprentices. After all, whose to say you won’t merely take the chance to eventually dethrone me and lead the Black Guild yourself? That being said, you are welcome to join my Guild as a Player of the Ebony Strykers. Your first task as a member of this Guild is proving to me you deserve to become my comrade at arms, let alone my apprentice.”[/color]

Moon Rider opened up her user interface and accepted Newt’s request in joining her Guild; her Player status would now read her Guild affiliation as Ebony Stryker instead of Scarlet Harley. Once that was said and done, she focused now on Flan. So this was the one that had sent her that message then. To her, the Black King softened her features just slightly. At least this one wasn’t automatically kissing up to her like the former Harley over there.

[color=8493ca]“Go on and speak,”[/color] she said encouragingly before something loud echoed across her throne halls. Glancing up, Moon Rider saw Rocket Lancer plummet down from her rooftop and land rather wincingly onto the ground below. A massive skylight was now created, bathing the throne room in an ethereal glow, light being provided by the single moon that hovered over the Ebony Stryker’s territory. Another large knocking was heard before someone else entered her presence, this time a female Avatar with massive mechanical arms.

The Black King watched the two introduce themselves to her before exchanging conversation with each other. Needless to say, Moon Rider didn’t appreciate random Players just strolling in and destroying her property. As Rocket Lancer picked up Midnight Soloist, Moon Rider raised an eye.

[color=8493ca]“While I appreciate the efforts to see me, both on your own parts, I’m afraid I cannot allow you to simply explore my District without supervision. So I’ll say this only once because I expect an answer. Either swear your loyalty to my Guild now or get out of my territory.”[/color]

She glanced over at Newt, motioning for the new Ebony Stryker to spring into action if these two refused. After all, she fought for the Black Guild now not the Harleys. It was an opportunity for Moon Rider to see her in action and for Newt to prove herself.

Suddenly, the sounds of battle and strife were heard on all sides of the throne room. It was a result of Arms Slave and his feckless attempts to cause strife once more for what was probably just an excuse to have some mindless, violent fun. Moon Rider suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, instead choosing to lean back and ponder how this would all play out.

Things were about to get interesting.

Farther away at the Green Guild, the leader of the Fanged Rangers nodded to Jukebox’s words as the other Player moved away from him. At that moment, a song began to play due to Jukebox’s uncanny ability. Verdant Grin narrowed his eyes slightly at the catchy tune before his smile became even wider.

[color=1a7b30]“Yeah, I hear you. You’re like, what, still Level 1 right now? See, if you played DGO just a little more, maybe you wouldn’t be having this problem, eh? Oh, and I’m kind of surprised that ‘Be Prepared’ isn’t playing. I see that ability is still causing you trouble.”[/color]

At that moment, the Player from before walked over to the chatting duo. Verdant Grin glanced at Nies Hellum before wrapping his friendly arm around her now. A snicker escaped as he brought Jukebox closer, holding them together in the middle.

[color=1a7b30]“Whoah, whoah, call us a dream team! Sadly, I’ve got kingly things to do so I won’t be joining you on your little expedition. But hey, you two can do me a big favor by relaying any intel you got on old Moonie to me, right? Sounds like a plan!”[/color]

Verdant Grin finally released his grip and walked off, but not before waving at the two Players with a happy smile.

[color=1a7b30]“Have fun you two! Oh, and sorry about the bike Juke old pal. No hard feelings? Good, see you around!”[/color]