Magnus held no particular objection to keeping The Guild's name as just...The Guild. It might get confusing when people try and recommend it to other people for jobs, but still, it cemented them as being...kind of a big deal. They weren't just A guild, they were THE Guild. To him, that was worth more than all the cool warband names his father had told him of, in battles long since past.
Ending the day on a happy note, Magnus was excited, tomorrow he'd be searching for the flowers that Kyle needed for his flying machine, and likely manage to make his dream come true. Snuggling into the bed that barely fit his massive frame with his feet poking over the footboard, he buried his cheek in a pillow and fell into the arms of sleep, wondering where the new guild member and the moth woman Maria had been all day...had their quest really taken that long?
The morning sun's awakening was met with Magnus' maw letting loose a titanic yawn, before her rubbed his eyes free of sleep, stumbling to his feet and nearly goring the wall as he walked, head hung a bit. He felt tired for no particular reason...he'd felt a bit of pain after the fight with the wolves, but other than that he was fine. Albeit, he'd never thrown an axe so hard as to almost split a carriage in two before...
Regardless, the Minotaur began his journey downstairs, ate his breakfast, and did some quick looking at the jobs being posted. He'd little want to do much more than to search for Kyle's flowers, but if someone needed help, he'd be more than happy to-"E-Emili...o?"
Magnus questioned, looking at the job for "Must Saviors Die?" after Rebecca had already left...There was only one Emilio he knew. His mind raced with terrible thoughts of what could have happened to Emilio after he'd seen him, but then he remembered...he'd been traveling alone, and Varjan warhounds...they could track for miles. And one had lived.
Desperation in his eyes, Magnus felt wholly responsible. He hadn't escorted Emilio, and even if he asked him not to, if he had just...just...No. Now wasn't the time to mope around about this. Especially since from what he'd heard, Rebecca was on this quest alone until Bart's help arrived. Clenching his fist, Magnus took a deep breath before turning to Bart, pointing at the quest to save Emilio. "I'll do this one!"
he said, before dashing upstairs to grab his axe, jumping from the second floor as he came back with it. Dashing after Rebecca, Magnus was far behind her, hoping that Emilio would be safe, and that Rebecca wouldn't do anything dangerous. For all he knew, the priest woman wasn't a skilled fighter. A woman of the cloth didn't seem the fighting fully armored soldiers type...but then, she had dealt with Varjans in her last quest.
None of that mattered however, as Magnus nearly vomited trudging through the swamp, fear in his eyes as he plowed his way through the decay and mud. Seeing corpses for the first time, he had to hold his hand over his mouth to not vomit violently. Death...death everywhere. In abundance, and indiscriminately...this was no swamp. It was a dumping ground. Finally having caught up with Rebecca, Magnus held in a yell as he saw the fire be ignited under Emilio...no, there was still time! Seeing Rebecca dash forward, Magnus felt a strange sense of bewilderment as she effortlessly danced forward to cut one down. Gritting his teeth, Magnus felt tears welling up inside, knowing what might have to be done here. Letting out a tremendous battle cry, half to intimidate, and half to pull his courage forth, the Minotaur's steps seemed to shake the earth in his own mind. Axe brandished in his right hand, and his left clenched so tightly into a fist that he was likely to tear skin from his palm he sprinted forward.
One Varjan was in the way, and as such would receive a backhanded shove from Magnus, that would send him flying into a nearby tree. With axe in hand, Magnus grit his teeth before lifting it over his shoulder, striking with a single, powerful blow at the base of the post, the fire itself following the wind of the blow, but still building and burning. Doing the best he could, Magnus would drag up the entire severed post with his free hand, yanking it with all the force he had, the veins in his neck clearly straining as he broke wood from wood, with Emilio still attached. huffing and panting, he held the post and Emilio under his arm, brandishing his axe, eyes straining to see from the heat of the smoke know billowing up. "Leave...now..."
the massive man ordered...or rather, pleaded. Even if they were Varjans, these men had hearts too. Cold ones, maybe, but Magnus...didn't want to be what caused any intelligent thing's heart to stop, cold or not.
A dull pain throbbed in Nephele's head as they returned to the guild. That hand that she'd held, the life she'd protected...was it all merely ghosts from the past, or a cruel illusion played by a clever playwright? Nephele felt she might never know the truth, but felt a mixture of peace and resentment in her heart. The night had been far too long, and with her friend having fought off a dangerous armored ghost, she felt they deserved a rest at least as long.
Once they returned the guild, Nephele was quick to eat leftovers, before hearing the discussion Neil, Bart, and Maria had about resting. Now that she was certain that there was no obligation after all the work Maria and her had done just the day before, she couldn't help but smile, going over and giving Neil a hug, clearly happy to hear someone cared. "A bath sounds wonderful...
she murmured, yawning before giving Neil a rather dangerous pat on the top of his head, her claws just a few inches from giving him either a bowlcut or a botched full lobotomy. Releasing him from the hug, the sleepy dragoness would head off to go draw herself a bath, feeling that she'd be out of commission for that day. Just before she would shut the door, she would call out: "I'll tell you all of what happened afterwards!"
to Neil and Bart. She'd need some time to get her ghost story straight anyways, if she didn't just pass out in the tub.