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It had been merely three months. Three months since the refounding of Tartarus by the hands of Lyserg. Three months since he had taken the spot of a leader and completely restructured the guild in its entirety. He had come a long way, the actions he committed turned out to pave the way for the optimal course of action. All in all, his experience as a king and leader had allowed him to let the dogma of his leadership fall upon the members of the old Tartarus gently.
The day he took the thrown had been especially thunderous, even for a place befittingly called Thunder Island. He had been part of the guild for around a month without allowing too many to take note of his presence. He had silently studied the guild's records during that time and decided that it had potential. Potential to become so much greater than it was before. On the fateful day he announced his plans, it had been a devastating blow to the old Tartarus.
Simply slandering into the guildhall without care for safety, he simply claimed leadership. He had held a speech, one which he will likely remember for quite a long time. It had put an ultimatum for all of the members of Tartarus. Three choices were given. Run away right in that instant, follow him, or be destroyed alongside the entire guildhall. The, at that time, small guild of only around 200 members had different reactions.
About 60 of the mages acknowledged his strength and decided to follow him. Around 50 of the Tartarus members left the guild for good. And the rest decided to fight. That night, he crushed the entirety of the building and payed no care to death or life of those inside. The only thing he left behind was a small communication lacrima amongst the rubble that connected to a personal one he from then on, ALWAYS carried around. It was for returning members, those that wanted to become part of the new Tartarus.
Turning his back on the old guild, he then lead the small group of mages to a new destination. the land of giant monsters and fearsome creatures. Fiorans called it Fat Monsterland. A disgusting name that earned many questionable stares. He simply requested faith in him. And none of those that had come with him were dissapointed when he presented them the old kingdom lying amidst the vast plane. The old kingdom, ancient and gigantic let Lyserg and some of his followers fall in awe. It had been a long time since he had returned here. Back then, a kingdom of 60.000 citizens.
Claiming the entire kingdom, he announced that they would be the new guild grounds for Tartarus. From then on, he created a new structure, a new order and imprinted newly found ideals among the members. Creating three departments of profession, he had about 12 members recline into the science labs he showed them, about 24 people take part in the Intelligence program he presented and gave the rest the title of Arms Division. With that, the newly found order was established.
He presented them the different tasks that needed to be done, held speeches on creating relationships with other guilds and wanted to show the members who he was. He didn't want to be a distant man that seemed foreign to all those who put trust in him. Whilst even after three months not all have the amount of confidence in him that he requires for the entire guild to be of working nature, he is constantly working on members putting trust into him.
With the prospect of generals, kings of hades and other important jobs, the small member base is slowly starting to commit to him. Lyserg is working restlessly and glances at the small communication lacrima in his pocket that connects to the one he left amongst the old guild ever so often. For the returning members. For Tartarus, for the unity of all.
Because of the recent chain of events, Lyserg was currently in the laboratory doing some checkups on the first experiments that the scientists had started up. They had to do with the synthetization of minerals for the upgrading of the guild walls. He knew that nowadays, chances were high for even the smallest of people to weild devastating powers. Not to mention the amount of armament the Magic Council held. Sitting at a desk and studying the research that had already been acquired, he was visibly impressed by the capability the entirety of scientists possessed. At that moment, he felt the need to take out the small communication lacrima and take a look at it. The small white marble held a lot of Lyserg's hopes for the guild.
The day he took the thrown had been especially thunderous, even for a place befittingly called Thunder Island. He had been part of the guild for around a month without allowing too many to take note of his presence. He had silently studied the guild's records during that time and decided that it had potential. Potential to become so much greater than it was before. On the fateful day he announced his plans, it had been a devastating blow to the old Tartarus.
Simply slandering into the guildhall without care for safety, he simply claimed leadership. He had held a speech, one which he will likely remember for quite a long time. It had put an ultimatum for all of the members of Tartarus. Three choices were given. Run away right in that instant, follow him, or be destroyed alongside the entire guildhall. The, at that time, small guild of only around 200 members had different reactions.
About 60 of the mages acknowledged his strength and decided to follow him. Around 50 of the Tartarus members left the guild for good. And the rest decided to fight. That night, he crushed the entirety of the building and payed no care to death or life of those inside. The only thing he left behind was a small communication lacrima amongst the rubble that connected to a personal one he from then on, ALWAYS carried around. It was for returning members, those that wanted to become part of the new Tartarus.
Turning his back on the old guild, he then lead the small group of mages to a new destination. the land of giant monsters and fearsome creatures. Fiorans called it Fat Monsterland. A disgusting name that earned many questionable stares. He simply requested faith in him. And none of those that had come with him were dissapointed when he presented them the old kingdom lying amidst the vast plane. The old kingdom, ancient and gigantic let Lyserg and some of his followers fall in awe. It had been a long time since he had returned here. Back then, a kingdom of 60.000 citizens.
Claiming the entire kingdom, he announced that they would be the new guild grounds for Tartarus. From then on, he created a new structure, a new order and imprinted newly found ideals among the members. Creating three departments of profession, he had about 12 members recline into the science labs he showed them, about 24 people take part in the Intelligence program he presented and gave the rest the title of Arms Division. With that, the newly found order was established.
He presented them the different tasks that needed to be done, held speeches on creating relationships with other guilds and wanted to show the members who he was. He didn't want to be a distant man that seemed foreign to all those who put trust in him. Whilst even after three months not all have the amount of confidence in him that he requires for the entire guild to be of working nature, he is constantly working on members putting trust into him.
With the prospect of generals, kings of hades and other important jobs, the small member base is slowly starting to commit to him. Lyserg is working restlessly and glances at the small communication lacrima in his pocket that connects to the one he left amongst the old guild ever so often. For the returning members. For Tartarus, for the unity of all.
Because of the recent chain of events, Lyserg was currently in the laboratory doing some checkups on the first experiments that the scientists had started up. They had to do with the synthetization of minerals for the upgrading of the guild walls. He knew that nowadays, chances were high for even the smallest of people to weild devastating powers. Not to mention the amount of armament the Magic Council held. Sitting at a desk and studying the research that had already been acquired, he was visibly impressed by the capability the entirety of scientists possessed. At that moment, he felt the need to take out the small communication lacrima and take a look at it. The small white marble held a lot of Lyserg's hopes for the guild.
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