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[center][h1][color=82ca9d][i]Damian Ivorn[/i][/color][/h1][/center]

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[i]Moments before the ‘snowstorm’...[/i]

Situated in the courtyard of the the dragons heart guild laid a young man laxing in the trees. It was a place where Damian spent a good amount of time when he was at the guild, during this period of downtime was often where he would come to reflect, refocuse, or just destress. It’s been about 6 months since he has joined the guild and it has been a rather interesting time to be honest. The guild was filled with all kinds of people in all kinds of packages, no two wizards were the same by any means. Speaking of the guild, it seemed as though there was some sort of gathering going on inside that was beginning to peak his interest. Giving into the curiosty, Damian decided to go see whats going on inside. The boy grabbed his sword, which had been wedged nicely inbetween a tree branch before hopping down to the ground and walking up the steps to the door. 

[color=8493ca][h3][i]VOID[/i][/h3][/color]

The boys ears perked up as he heard a shout on the otherside of the door, he quickly took a defensive stance and approached the door carefully.

[color=8493ca][h3][i]DRAGON'S[/i][/h3][/color]

There was only one guy who was capable of such magic, Damian furrowed his brow as he felt the rising magic energy on the otherside of the door. He quickly made a gesture with his hands, thrusting them upward into the air, a dome of branches erected from the ground to shield Damian from the impending danger.

[color=8493ca][h3][i]DROP[/i][/h3][/color]

The Guildhall entrance flung, releasing a heavy stream of snow and slush followed by a few resident guild members that slammed into Damians protective barrier, a few of the members caught in the blasts desperately attempted to cling onto the the branches that Damian produced but found no luck as they were blown away into the distance. Once the snow was done pouring out of the hall, the blonde released his barrier, slowly the branches began to receed back into the ground. The wizards eyebrows began to twitch in anger as he placed a hand on the grip of his sword before entering, passing Ladon on his way out who seemed to want no business in what just happened. 

It wasn't even a challenge to find the idiot behind this destruction as he was standing in the middle of the hall triumphantly and infront of him stood Vega blatantly trying to oppose him. The blonde wizard let out a sigh before taking his hand off the grip of his sword, was it worth the headache trying to stop those two? Most certantly not, with the fighting spirit he had momentarily possessed vanishing, Damian decided to forfeit towards the bar where he could grab a drink and spectate the impending demolition. Dame reached over the counter and grabbed a mug before taking a seat next to Victoria and Sara.

[color=82ca9d]"Mind pouring me up some?"[/color] he said as he held his cup up towards the brunette.