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	“[color=929292]Go on, then![/color]” shouted [url=https://i.ibb.co/rkZKVLv/malehood.jpg]Finlay Dougal[/url], his accent giving away his highland roots.  The scars on his face and arm told all who beheld him that he'd been wearing the hood for quite a while now.  His crimson cape flowed in the wind as he marched and shouted at the men and women between him and the rest of the Red Guard.  It was initiation day and he found himself tasked with escorting the lot of candidates who faced indoctrination or death.
	
	Carriage after carriage continued to unload and the obligated group of initiates were herded together to finish the rest of the trek on foot.  They followed along the dirt path that led to the draw bridge of the famous Red Hood Keep.  The castle looked  as solid and stubborn as a mountain, built with utility in mind rather than luxury.  Located in the south central portion of Duncaster, the keep was a knife in a bed of flowers, the rest of the central province being built to exemplify the epitome of extravagance.

	Other initiates with intentions to pledge of their own free will also began arriving and making their way in passed those who were sentenced to join.  Finlay made sure to study each face that passed him.

	“[color=929292]Ay! You there,[/color]” he shouted toward [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/04/0c/e7/040ce77bb74e98a52c09279d1d5265bf.jpg]an armored figure[/url] that stood close to the head of the pack, wearing thick hood.  “[color=929292]We don' have all mornin'[/color]” Finlay scolded, clicking on his consonances.  “[color=929292]Move yer arse!  And [i]you[/i],[/color]” he began, turning his attention toward [url=https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/2d30497f-dd98-4f4b-b67b-498d2414300f/d9xj3cq-4abca7a0-7ad0-44b5-88fa-723cc6d92ad8.jpg/v1/fill/w_600,h_834,q_70,strp/siliath_vorgan_by_calsantiago_d9xj3cq-fullview.jpg]a fair-haired middle aged man[/url]. “[color=929292]Don't you fuckin' eyeball me, Yella, or I'll snatch it right from yer socket![/color]”  

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	As the sea of people and hooded guards walked across the drawbridge and into the keep, they were immediately led to a great hall decorated with red banners.  A crimson carpet was laid out across the stone floor that led to a small stage.  In the middle of that stage stood a woman adorned in armor accented with silver, red and gold.  To her right was an incredibly imposing figure covered in a black hooded cloak, the face shrouded in shadow.  To the left was another armored figure in just silver and red with a cardinal cape draped down his backside.  He was slightly taller than the woman, but a dwarf compared to the figure in black.

	Those who had already earned their red hoods also gathered en masse to see the new recruits.  They were like wolves staring down rabbits.  Each of them had killed countless unholy monstrosities and now they looked on as these people fresh off the street assumed they had what it takes.  To Finlay, it was laughable.  As the last of the recruits entered the hall, Finlay pointed his index finger into the air  and began swinging it around as if he had a lasso.  “[color=929292]Lock 'er up![/color]” he shouted out.  In response, the sound of the drawbridge raising echoed through the keep.  With everyone secure and inside, the Red Guard became a little more relaxed.  All the Hoods moved and lined the perimeter of the room allowing the new recruits to populate the middle.  There was nervous chatter among them as the woman in the middle appeared to be taking her time to address the crowd.

	As Finlay moved toward the back of the room, he bumped into [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/82/bb/33/82bb3334e8083bfae107211495d4314c.jpg]a young man with a scar that ran down his left arm[/url] violently enough that it caused him to take offense.  “[color=929292]Watch it, dobber![/color]” he snarled.