The Thunder Of Vesper
2nd scenario-
‘Gordobacs’ is one of the famous inn in the west of Alpere
Empire. It is always crowded with people both day and night. One night, it was
crowded as usual. Among all of the rackets a voice of a man can be heard
saying, “Hey, Aamon! Where the hell did you disappear to all this time? What
are you up to lately?”
-“Something really interesting, you bet. Remember Peretin?”
replies another voice.
-“Who was he again?”
-“Last time when we took on an aligned mission, there was
this guy with extreme strength. He was quite tall too. Did you forget that he
beat up Philip?”
-“Oh! You mean that twisted bastard who trounced our Philip
so badly that he ended up being one legged for the rest of his life. He was a
complete lunatic. What was his name again? ‘keretin’, ‘Meretin’ or whatever his
name was.”
-“Yes, it’s him. His name was Peretin.”
-“What about him now?”
-“He is dead. His lifeless body was found in an alley two
days ago. He was murdered brutally. Whoever murdered him must have taken all
their rage out on him.”
The first man gasped, “What?! Seriously? That lunatic
bastard is dead?!”
-“Yes, apparently, he wasn’t simply ‘murdered’. He was
tortured brutally to death.”
-“That’s awful. But it’s a good news. And not only to me but
to many other people. He had a lot of enemies. But, what do you find so
interesting here? He was bound to be murdered by someone with the amount of
enemies he made.”
The guy named Aamon lowers his voice and checks if anyone is
listening to their conversation before speaking, “Well, it would be better if
that was the case. But, you know the name……‘The thunder of Vesper’, right?”
-“Wha-what?! Who doesn’t know that name! But why are you
bringing the name of ‘The Vesper’ guild, and no less their leader’s at that?”
-“It is said that ‘The thunder of Vesper’ murdered him. Even
if that is a rumor, she definitely has something to do with him. The day he was
killed, he attempted an assassination on her that morning. Ofcourse, he lost
but strange enough that she let him live after catching him on the act. She
only stabbed his thigh and threatened him. But after that incident he was seen
running desperately while limping in one leg in the town. That was the last
time people saw him. Then, in that evening his dead body was found. The rest,
you know.”
-“…then it can be no one else except the thunder of Vesper.
Everyone knows she is a truculent, barbarous, merciless guild-master. She is
basically a heartless monster. Who else can it be if not her? He pissed her
off, so she finished him off.”
-“But why didn’t she kill him on the spot then? It’s not
like she cares about bad rumors spreading about her.”
-“It’s not our business. Anything is possible for her.
People call her ‘mad dog’ for not no reason, you see. Damn, I really pity her
guild members. How are they even alive after all this time despite being with
her? She must make them do all sort of dirty works.”
-“You got one thing wrong there, buddy. The Vesper guild’s
all members are-” before Aamon finishes his sentence, a mug of bear gets thrown
at their table. They barely dodge it. “Who the heck threw this?!” shouts the
first man. But they notice that a fight broke out in the inn. “Seems like the
fight is between two people of the same guild to see who is stronger” Aamon’s
voice says. Soon all the people of the inn divides in two group betting on
those two men. “It’s intense. But I feel like the fight is one-sided. That bald
dude is so weak that he can’t even stand up properly taking those punches let
alone punching his opponent.”
-“Yeah……” says Aamon. Fights like these do not faze them.
Because they are used to this.
Dark-cloudy sky. Only a faint light of the moon is visual in
the sky. Even that little light is being covered by the cloud every now and
then. Under the very faint light of the moon three figures can be seen running.
Heavy breathing, panting, light but quick footsteps. Some
may call them ‘trained assassins’. But they are just ‘mere’ guild members.
-“Halt! People are coming” says one of them with a
pale-complexion, black hair like the night sky and sharp-bright eyes. She seems
to be in her late thirties.
-“What?! Why? It’s not like we are thieves so that we have
to hide from people. What’s wrong with them seeing us?” says another young man
with short brown hair, although he seems like more of a boy rather than a young
man.
-“Angartha
is right. Listen to her, Fin. It’s not because of us being thieves or not. It’s
about our appearance. Do normal people or soldiers dress like this? It’s that
we do not want to attract unnecessary attention. It will also eat our time”
says the last man with big height and well built body. He has a scar in his
face. Because of his dark skinned tone the scar in his face is even more
visible. His words are true in fact. Because they are dressed in all black, even
with their mouths covered with masks. They are also carrying swords, knives and
other weapons with them. The woman named Angartha says to them, “Follow me.
Come through this way” in a commanding tone. Fin whispers to the other man
while following Angartha, “Still, don’t you think she is a bit cocky, David?
Who does she think she is to boss around us when we all are of the same guild
and with same position at that?” The man referred as David responses back, “It
is because she IS more experienced than you. And captain herself chose her as
our leader for this mission. Than much proves that she is more capable and
better than us even if we have the same position.”
-“tsk!” Fin clicks his tongue and continues talking back,
“But still-” but Angartha cuts him off and says, “Kid, if you have any problem
with my guidelines then you are free to leave at any time.” This statement
catches him off guard. He stutters and replies, “N-no! It’s not what I meant!
I-I just…”
-“Then keep moving. Come after me. We don’t have much time
left till dawn. Quick!”
-“Yes!”, “Aye!” both Fin and David replies at the same time.
And they fasten up their paces. Soon they disappear in the dark just like they
appeared.
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