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[Charger]

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He awoke in the bedroom of the Skera Brea tavern. Rolling out of the bed he glanced down to the girl who slept, snoring quietly with a slight grin on her face. Smirking, he reached into his pocket and tossed a pouch with a few gold coins onto the table beside the bed. Gathering his things he threw his pack strap over his shoulder and headed out.


Traveling to Minoc he searched for a team of miners. It wasn’t long until he had found them, a team of expert diggers. Explaining the job to them he gave them half of their pay there and set off into the mountains. They dug and chiseled for hours, searching for the perfect piece of rock to carve from. Finally after hours of mining they dug out a large chunk of rock. Charger was careful inspecting it, making sure it was the right type of rock he wanted. When he was finished he nodded to himself contently and allowed them to carry on their job. Slowly and carefully the team chiseled out the stone. They carved it to look somewhat like a large gravestone, but for different purposes.

He left for a few hours, the creation of the guild stone wasn’t all that exciting to him. Traveling to the local tavern he sat down and ordered a drink. Taking his time he went through a few bottle of ales, giving the miners plenty of time to carve the stone. He returned to the construction site to see the miners standing around chattering happily.
They seemed to be awfully proud of themselves for their work; Charger approached the man in charge of the job. After exchanging a few words the man looked to his fellow works, lifting his hands in the air repeatedly he motioned for them to uncover the stone.

Chargers eyes locked on to the spot where the stone was. Two men rolled back the sheet that was covering the marvelous stone. There it stood before him, a piece of art carved from the best rock in Minoc. He nodded giving his appreciation to the men and tossed them their sacks of gold for their final pay. The men left Charger to be with his stone, they had their pay and he had informed them he could relocate it without their help.

With the sun setting Charger began his work, the area around him was a circle of rocks, the stone stood tall in the middle. A while later, the edges of the circle erupted in flames, smoke filled the air above the heads of the stone and himself. Orange beams of light and dark gray smoke filtered in the air. He stood before the stone, his skin gleaming in the firelight, his blonde hair reflecting the light of the fire. Sweat dripping from his brows he stood topless, his muscles flexed embracing the heat of the flames. Stepping closer to the stone he slowly raised his arms; fists squeezed tightly, teeth clenched. Releasing his fists into large strong palms he slammed his hands upon to sides of the four-sided triangular top of the stone. Enchanting a few words, roughly because of the smoke, he brought life to the stone. It would give him the power to siege wars on other guilds, and to hold the names of his fierce crew.

The flames slowly died down, and the sun set completely. The smoke had lifted from the area and evaporated in the night sky. Two torches, one of each side of the stone, created enough light for Charger. He sat on one knee; his other leg bent and sat on his foot. A hammer and chisel in each his hands, he held the chisel to the stone and vigorously slammed the hammer into it. Small slivers of stone chipped away, soon the name “Charger” was embedded into the stone itself.

He stood up and placed a hand on the stone, closing his eyes tightly he concentrated. The stone swirled and shriveled up into a small ball. Performing a series of ritual movements and chanting a few words and blue gate appeared before him. Retrieving the ball from the ground he stepped through and quickly ran to the roof of his house. He found the spot he wanted to erect the stone; with an enormous amount of strength he hurled the ball at the ground. Again swirls spun in the air and the stone erected from the ground.

“Now it is time to find others to place upon my stone. We will be the most efficient mercenary crew in the land. Our blood will strengthen us, fighting for whatever cause is necessary.” Pulling his cloak around him he rotated on his heel and strode off. Speaking the words “Kal Ort Por” he vanished.
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