Relaxing After A Going Away Party

Zachriel sighed as he received the notification that the last of his Guildmates logged out. It had been a good party he thought. Him and his original adventure party among a few other groups of friends and family before they had joined Valorborn. They had started off as simple PKKers and now they were (or rather had been) among the best the game had to offer. And now he was all that was left.

'Well it's not been too bad all things considered.' He thought to himself. 'We got to consistently raid other bases and farm the best Bosses for the last month. That's more than what most Guilds have done these days.'

Valorborn had certainly left its mark on its home server. While some bases had been more or less abandoned and in a state of disrepair others had a decent enough presence to provide resistance. Easy scores were nice but it was agreed by the majority plunder felt so much better when it was fought for. As for Bosses they'd gotten the last few they hadn't beaten before.

Within the Assembly Hall of the Exalted the last active 25 members laughed and joked as they reminisced about their misadventures both before and after joing the Guild within their favorite game. Every instance of coping, malding, and seething, every triumphant comeback from defeat, every engagement of toxicity, there was nothing he'd change.

Zachriel0957's game avatar was sat on a golden throne. He was a young man with silver spiked hair with reddish brown eyes dressed in a royal blue Victorian era coat, black pants and brown boots that went to mid calf. On his waist rested a basic saber to complete what he called his luxury attire when not out grinding or competing in the PVP Arena.

Looking around his current location the Throne Room the Angel player observed the stoic Azure Knights standing at attention along the walls. They were a collection of 10 various NPCs each at level 80 with various weapons and builds. The only thing uniform among them being their color scheme of blue and black and all thier faces bring masked in one way or another they made up the "Royal Guard" of the Guild. Turning his head to the sides he observed the only other two unmasked figures in the area with him.

On his right was a young woman looking around her mid 20s. Golden blonde hair ran down to around mid thigh. Her sky blue eyes were set in a sharp but passive look. Her complexion was pale but not unhealthily so. She wore silver armor with a half cape on her left shoulder. Gripped in her right hand was a white staff with a hawk figurehead. In its beak and talons were a set of diamonds. In her left a small round white and green shield. Finally upon her head was a headpiece similar in shape to a crown.

Ramnia, Head of the Royal Guard/Queen of the Malik Citadel/Archbishop of the Church and modeled after his late wife (albeit she had never allowed her hair to ever get so long).

On his left was another young woman appearing to be around 18 years old with her arms crossed. She had mostly golden blonde hair with silver at the tips that reached to just below the neck. Her eyes were magenta with her face set into an aloof unconcerned smile. She wore darker gray gambeson while wearing a white longcoat over her shoulders with black fur on the collar and the cuffs of the sleeves. Brown trousers tucked into black boots covered in silver greaves made up the lower half of her look. At her waist was a sword on the left and a dagger on her right.

This was the leader of the City Guard and Princess of the Malik Citadel: Zirin.

One of the perks/allures of becoming Guild Leader was being allowed to design 2 custom NPCs to serve in any role one liked. As Ramnia was his homage to his dearly departed spouse he'd created the other based off the daughter who'd sadly didn't survive childbirth aged up to 18 for what could've been.

He shook his head of the thoughts. He could be miserable after shutdown.

Turning his attention away from the pair he gazed upon the the mosaic painting that rested upon the ceiling. It detailed himself and every member of the Guild. Having had a maximum of 64 members at most it was a sight to see. The passion project of one of thier late members was a good final sight as the clock ticked down the final seconds.

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'Gonna have to take some stimulants if I want to be ready for work tomorrow.' He thought tiredly.

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'Don't we got a newbie coming to the mines too? Probably gonna be stuck with him since I've been the only one to avoid injuries this last year.'

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'Fuck man I hope he listens. I don't wanna deal with a dumbass right now.'

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