Guild Name: Draco Maledicte
Alignment: Dark
Location: Hell's Valley
Guild Color Code: #660099
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- Ryoshi sighed as he stood over the corpses of his most recent victims, blood dripping off the end of his knife. "More victims of fate. Sadly, more must fall for the path of righteousness to continue. More must die for justice to further it's course." he said as he wiped his blade on a cloth, then sheathed it at his back. With a word, he extended his hand and black flames consumed the bodies. In moments, all that was left of the corpses was ash floating in the faint breeze flowing through the open windows of the ramshackle hut. A second later, the flames licked against the wooden floorboards. Sighing again, Ryoshi exited the shack as the walls began burn with ebony flames. As he strode down the side of the hill, a stronger breeze blew away the remains of the house. As he continued forward, he muttered something under his breath that sounded like a chant or a prayer.
"In the days of unrighteousness, few will step forward to walk the path of justice. Those who will shall band together in their search for truth and form a guild. And it's name shall be Dragon's Curse." This he repeated six times as he walked nonchalantly down the hill.
A month later, Ryoshi stood more or less in the center of the wasteland known as Hell's Valley, clouds of toxic gas roiling around him. Chanting, he raised his right hand in the air, left hand holding a rag to his nose. As he finished his chant, a ball of black flames erupted from his upraised hand. It exploded outwards, igniting every particle of the gas that covered the area. In moments, every cloud of gas had burned away, leaving only a desert behind. Dropping the rag, Ryoshi carefully lowered his hand, onyx flames still smoldering in his palm. Then, with sudden movements, he tore his shirt away from his chest and slammed his flaming hand against his left pectoral. With a grimace, Ryoshi continued to brand himself.
"And it's name... shall be.. Draco Maledicte!" he roared as he lifted his hand. Circling his muscle was now the shape of a snake biting its own tail, burned into his flesh. Breathing heavily, he looked up at the sky and grinned. "I'm fulfilling my purpose, Father. Finally."
Another month later, Ryoshi stood before the pitch black walls of his new guild hall and laughed at the sky. The four-story building rose towards the sky, black as ebony. Carved into the doors was the mark of the guild, white as a bone. Each of the three upper levels was smaller than the one below it, and the roofs curved upward, making the whole building appear like a multi-leveled temple. Shoving the front doors open, Ryoshi strolled inside.
"Now, send to me the broken, the weak, the miserable. Those who thirst for righteousness, hunger for justice. I will make them whole, I will make them strong. I will make them soldiers in the fight for peace on earth. I will make them members of Draco Maledicte."
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