Hydra Dominatus

The thumping inside of his skull drove him ever forward as he finally made his way to the doors of the guild hall known to be for a group that went by the name of Infinity Hydra. From what he had heard, and it was mostly hearsay so far, it was a guild with a conviction to take down dark guilds in the country and the world of Earthland. They were for justice, for adventure, and it was a guild that fit what he needed in his current situation. Everyone he knew, his entire family and closest friends, was dead. Until one showed up he would continue to believe that. Of course, having the country your family rules invaded would make you believe everyone was dead no matter what. Now he just wanted to find somewhere safe, a place he could recuperate and gather his thoughts before training and becoming stronger so he could take back what was supposed to be under his rule. They had not been evil leaders, but that was not to be known with the amount of propaganda that had now begun spreading throughout the lands of this planet. Brad was being reported as a sick, twisted, evil creature that his behind a mask of calm. It was completely untrue, but unless he was given a chance he would never be able to prove it to anyone.

The doors to the main guild hall would open easily, the Midi based castle as beautiful on the inside as it was the outside, and he would step in to take in the sight. There were likely people there, and the man simply did not know what to say immediately after seeing people there. Instead, he would slowly walk in and sit down at a table that was closest to him, playing with the glovelet on his left hand as his mind raced to say something intelligent.

Chris looked over his shoulder as the doors to the big guild hall opened, emitting a man who seemed to be a little out of place. He looked like he was older than Chris himself, yet he had an air of hesitation about him. Likely he was a new member to the guild, but they have been having a few like that lately.

With a small sigh he motioned to the bartender. ”Give me a beer.” The man looked at him with a quizzical look. ”You aren’t going to drink it are you?” He had seen the man come in as well. Chris gave him a smile. ”Come on, you know me better than that. Besides, you only give me the weak stuff anyways. I’m good for something stronger.” The bartender just snorted and filled two mugs before passing them to him.

The last time he tried actual alcohol was during a job. It was pretty potent stuff, and he managed to make it away without seeming inebriated or throwing up. His mistake was telling the barkeep about the job, and the man refused to give him anything stronger than watered down beer since. ”Building you back up.”, he had said.

With a confident smile to the bartender Chris took the beers and headed over to the table. He set one before the older gentleman and sat down in one of the other chairs. ”Hey, you look like you might be new around here. My name is Chris. Nice to meet you.”