Author Games: Path of the Guildpact

Task Three Entries: Dimir-Rakdos

Mars

Thankfully, Mars could do this puzzle in the shade.

He stood in front of an enormous door, a single lock slipped around its handles. No one else was around, the instructions being they had to go one by one. He chanced a cautious look behind him, the long metal pathway leading back the way he had come. It wasn't like he could go back without the signet, but the door in front of him put a bad pit in his stomach.

It was a lock that required a key, yet he hadn't been given one, or even any hint on where to find one. Looking down at his left hand, he cringed. His fingertips were turned back, every movement sending a wave of pain up his arm. It hadn't been smart to simply try and unlock the door with magic, but what else did he have as an option? Knawing on his lip angrily, he pulled his foot back and kicked the door. A yelp came up from his throat before he could help it. Pulling back his now crisped shoe, he took a few steps away from the tower.

The thing was amazing, but it made him feel tiny in comparison. It was like a prison, only one way in and one way out. ...Or was it? The trial had been to get in, not to go through the main door. Running his hand through his hair absentmindedly, he took a few more steps back. There were no other entrances in the front, but maybe... He set to walking the perimeter. The worst thing that would happen would be that he wasted even more time on an impossible puzzle.

As he traced the outside of the building, he quickly found what he was looking for. On the backside of the building, sat several windows. They were too high up for some of the candidates to reach, but at this point, Mars could've cared a little less about feeling bad. Flying up to one, he set his feet on the ledge.

Inside there was a giant metal shape, electricity or magic or something spurting out randomly, blue jolts hitting the walls and nearly hitting several of the works around it. Cautiously, Mars stuck his feet over the edge and dropped down. At least he was inside. All he needed now was to find the dragon.

He hid in the shadows, something he was very used to, and slipped out of the room. From there, it wasn't hard to reach the very top of the tower, seeing as there were stairs everywhere. Upon reaching the door, he found a sign outside. "At work," how the hell was he supposed to get a signet now?

He felt a finger tap his should and turned around to see a goblin staring at him."Niv-Mizzet is busy, the signets were left in the lobby."

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Midnight Lynx

DID NOT HAND IN

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Iracun Rumpig

No good man is always good, Iracun knew. The thought ran through him like a punch. Sighing, he thought back to his youth, remembering the coward of a man he used to be. The man who would rather cheat and run than fight--though, in his case, fighting was not truly an option. Within a day he'd gone home, back to the place he loved, to the place he found comfort in. Things there were complex in the most simple of ways.

Iracun had a task to do, one that he knew could accomplish. He'd never once gone to the guild master's house before, but now...now, it seemed time for the small man to find his place in such a large world.

A true journey was not just a few scattered events for it was also the tasks that intertwined with one another, the people who led into others, the thoughts and love that traversed in joy. Iracun was certainly on a journey. As he made his way back to his hometown, he'd been thinking to himself, wondering about the task that would come before him. Certainly, it'd be a long one. Tough, like an ogre, and probably just as ugly.