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A Fantasy Tale set in a land torn apart by a powerful energy called "Magi" an energy used to power the cities of the world, howev...
A rough voice beckoned the new recruit into a dark room "Ah, another suicidal idiot ready to jump headlong into the jaws of beasts for the city" he exhaled heavily before moving his hand in a beckoning motion "Come on in then."
The wooden door shut behind the recruit with a loud creak and a sudden thud the heavy rainfall from outside becoming muffled he looked up ahead to examine the man who was to interview him, He was in his Hunter Armor a basic looking run of the mill plate chest piece with a red tattered trench coat with a metal shoulder piece on both arms which supported an entire protective chain mail arm piece, to top it all of the insignia of the hunters was patched into the left upper side of the coat, The man himself was a beast of a man with completely bold head and a large beard to exaggerate his quite cliche appearance.
The interviewee walked in, his boots filled with rain water. Planting his hand firmly on the only chair opposite the man, he pulled it back with his hands tightly gripping the rough wooden back, His words not leaving his mouth until he finally sits down and gets comfy, taking a good look around the small wooden building he had entered "The great hunters of monsters and yet these are the conditions we have an interview under?" The interviewers brow raised with concern.
"These conditions are what we get for we aren't royalty, we are hunters and with this profession comes far more important problems then our budget!" The interviewer sounded angry as he said this, his fist slamming on the table to seal the message afterwards before quickly being interrupted "Hmph, comfortable soldiers make for better morale. any numb skull could figure that ou..." the interviewee's words stopped suddenly by the man standing tall over him "A wise guy huh?! Well here's the thing smart ass" His hands both supported his body as he lent forward close "We need fighters, not complaining mud pups like you! for one you could stand to take your hood off in the presence of a hunter!"
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The recruit looked dead into the mans eyes without so much as a flinch, the look of determination in his eyes clear to see. This recruit had a flaming spirit, focus that could not be swayed.
"I'm a great fighter, I've learnt to defend myself and i don't know much of monsters, but i know they killed people dear to me, so i am only happy to pay them back with swift justice. Complain about my attitude, that doesn't bother me. let my fighting do my talking. just point me to the monsters."
The interviewer did not move his gaze from the recruit, but the demeanor of aggression had turned to a aura of hope, a smirk appearing on his face he sat back down slowly and pondered for a moment, only able to nod to his comment "You want revenge, Thats good... then you have purpose to kill them, just make sure it doesn't become your downfall. I don't need your sympathy stories! If you have the spirit i welcome you to join us!" a jolly kind of laugh bellowing from his mouth
