Lights in the Darkness

The Guild

Pravada, a city of wonder, it was the oldest city in the whole world. It had stood as a beacon of hope after the fall of the magic era.  It was more like a slum, and then people everywhere else would make it out to be, and then people everywhere else would make it out to the common people live in squalor ignored by the small number of high class citizens. This is the home of the only group of people fighting to regain our lost art.             “Were back finally, I can hear the tavern calling my name.” Haravan said as the duo entered the walls of the city. 

“Are you sure it’s the tavern or all the girls in them.” Prowler said with a snort as he was still carrying both packs. 

“Aye it might be all the lasses.” Haravan said with a smile

            “The tavern will have to wait till after we finish our newest assignment.”

“Yea your right boy” Haravan’s face showed displeasure at being kept from his favorite pastime. Under his breath he cursed “keeping a dwarf from his ale!”

            Prowler rolled his eyes “I’m not Elvish and I even heard that ya idiot.” He chuckled as he said it.  Haravan was getting annoyed as it was well obvious from his now boil red skin.

            “I’m gonna kill you moron!” Haravan yelled as he started moving as fast as his stout legs would take him. Prowler not having legs like tankards of ale was well enough ahead of him.

            “To many hours sitting in the tavern is dulling your abilities. Prowler yelled, as he jumped through a fruit stand that was in the way. The merchant ducking down just in time. Haravan’s hefty legs not letting him stop in time as fruit went flying. 

            With Haravan’s fruity destruction Prowler soon reached a tall gate.  It, like the walls around it, sparkled like diamonds in the midday sun. The white marble was stark to the dark wooden buildings of the slums, atop the gate sat alone crow. It cocked its head looking straight at him. Prowler yelled “Hey open up, it’s me!”  The word up rang out in an echo for what seemed like an eternity. 

            “What’s the password?” a voice rang out Prowler gained a sudden frown on his face.

            “Password?” he said to himself.

            “O, that’s right you never heard what it was. Well still can’t let you in” the voice said mockingly.

            “You better open this gate or the password will be me ripping it down” Prowler was getting frustrated quickly. He turned around; a trail of dust was fast approaching. Prowler walked up to the gate and turned around leaning up against it waiting.

            “What are you doing?” the voice seemed confused that Prowler was simply sitting there.

            The cloud was getting nearer at a fast pace. “Hey Haravan,”

Prowler yelled at the cloud. “You’re an Ancient relic, how was it when the world was first made? How does it feel to be the first dwarf ever?” the cloud suddenly picked up a lot of speed.

            “O My…” the voice never finished the statement. Prowler leaped into the air and the cloud rushed into the gate. With a sudden smash the cloud of dust was blasted away.  Haravan stood with his large war hammer smashed into a new crater now made in the pure white gate.  Prowler had leapt over Haravan to avoid the unfortunate scenario of becoming paste.  “Well your plan failed Prowler.” Prowler simply laughed and walked up to the gate and gave it a small knock with his knuckle.