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[Max of Vesper]

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Returning home from a trip into Vesper, Max heard voices coming from inside Claudette’s house. Expecting to find a few of his guildmates inside, Max headed for the door, and was about to knock when he heard Brianha’s voice asking:

“Why do you suspect Ceinwyn?”

Feeling more anger welling up inside him than he had likely ever felt, Max entered the house just as Claudette was announcing, “This is why we wanted to meet without Max, to discuss this.”

Since Brianha had lost her memory Claudette had been suspicious of Ceinwyn, and she had not been shy about making her feelings known to Max. Now she had apparently called the guild together to persuade them to take her position, and point the finger at Ceinwyn.

Although at first it seemed Claudette was alone in her opinion, after a brief discussion, Max found himself faced with hostility from all gathered save Brianha, who had become so upset that she fled in tears.

With Brianha gone, and Nicodemus chasing after her, Max was left facing Claudette and Smiticles. It was at this point that the poisoned minds of Max’s friends made themselves completely known.

“I have had enough Max,” Smiticles spoke in a low, angry growl. “She is a scheming, deceptive drow….”

“Stop!” Max yelled over Smiticles’ voice cutting him short. “You are correct Smiticles, it has been enough, and I will end it now. I am no longer your Guildmaster.”

He turned towards the door silence, lingered for just a moment, and was out the door with nothing more than “Goodbye.”

He knew Ceinwyn would think it was her fault if her told her. He did not want to burden her with that guilt. With nowhere to go, and apparently few friends to turn to, Max headed in the direction of Ilshenar. The Chaos shrine seemed a fitting place after this evening's events.

It was, indeed, over. Max was without a home, and the Adventurer’s League of Vesper was without the only leader it had known.
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-Max of Vesper, Super Pally Perma NoOb.

[Smiticles]

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Max had burst into the guild meeting on the verge of rage. His demands to know why we were speaking of him and Ceinwyn were met with a half hearted attempt by Smiticles to distract the subject at hand. Max calm down, Smiticles said. We were discussing those bastard little pixies and how they look so cute but in reality they are evil little nits and they deserve to be mounted on plaques!

Max didn't bye it and frankly it was delivered in a half-hearted manner. As the arguement ensued Smiticles kept his rage at Max bottled up as much as possible. When Max announced in such a flippant way that he was leaving the guild, Smiticles applied every ounce of his focus into not bashing Max straight on the noggin. A good smack upside the head would do him good, he thought.

Instead Smiticles had a simple one word reply to Max's resignation.

WHATEVER!

The reply took Max aback for a moment so Smiticles pounced on the opening. Lately you havn't been much of a leader anyway so we are missing nothing. You are not the Max I know, the one I grew up with, the man who I have stood by in all perils of evil and in pits of despair. That man would not abandon a friend in a time of need let alone leave them all in such a manner. You, my old friend, are the one with the poisoned mind. We are working diligently to find a cure for Briahna. You...this STRANGER in front of me has done nothing. NOTHING!

The last words were directed at the back of the man he once called a friend and brother.

Slumping in a chair having barely bleed off the rage within him, Smiticles turned to Claudette and the the returning Nico and announced.

I'm going to the Old Garden to get roaring drunk and then I'm going to go rip the inards out of something!