David
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-1 guard killed by Almann Lance
-1 guard having a seizure from Alexander's Chain Reaction
-guard Arthur is fighting is very injured with a hip and shoulder wound
-all guards are slightly injured from Kaisa's barrage

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My own tally: 
- 1 more killed y Arthur earlier, missed

- One guard knocked out by Almann on top of that
- One guard stabbed by Kai'sa after last post 
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*The two archer guards Kaisa charged toward raised their weapon, with one of them swinging at Kaisa, only to be deflected and punched in the head. The other guard, caught by surprise by the ferocity of her charge, ended up with a blade through his own throat, and dropped onto the ground dead.

The guard who was just punched ran dizzied back into the entrance of the guild, calling for reinforcements. Shouts of panic and weapons drawn could be heard from the now wide open entrance, and it appears there were far more people in the building than reported. It sounded like a crowd were coming out to meet them.*



*Arthur's blade penetrated deep into the guts of the guard, and the guard looked down at the wound, gurgling in pain before his eyes rolled back, dead. Moments later, the back of the guard was enveloped in blade - it appears that a few large pots of olive oil were stored in the alleyway, and Arthur's blade has just accidentally penetrated and ruptured one of the container. The fire quickly enveloped the pot - then ignited the contents of the other pots, starting a massive grease fire that quickly enveloped the side of the building.

Alexander's punch would be interrupted – by the unexpected grease fire.*

The spiked feet flew toward the archer guard's head, and he only noticed it at the last second, receiving a fistful of stony punch to his face, knocking him out cold on the floor. No matter, for the fire would consume him nonetheless.

The party's plan to go into the guild and massacre its member would be impeded by the fact that the building is now consumed by fire.

As no one were able to count how many bodies were in the building after the fire happened, when the party returned to the Boss, they would only be rewarded for the confirmed kills outside – plus a set amount for the one presumably burned to death – though the Boss would inform that some of them managed to escape the fire.

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Total Reward:
All Party Members:
600 silver flat reward
1.5pp reward for efforts

Extra: 
Syele – 300 silver (Healer deserves credits too0



Arthur – 750 silver 

Extra PP:
0.5pp extra for Syele and Discorxd for really quality writing. I particularly liked the banters and details in the earlier part of the quest.

You can write your own exit post on the fire – I apologize for forcing you all to leave with a deus ex machina fire, but I think it would be the best way to resolve it.
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Brandie
*After Arthur had pierced the guts of his own guard, he noticed quite the unintended consequence. The flames of the sword had caused a nearby vat of olive oil to be set aflame, causing the building they were targeting to be consumed by fire. Arthur heard a vast amount of mixed screams coming from the inside of the building, staring at the sight that beheld him. The burning building... It triggered a memory in his mind he wanted never to recall.*

*Being sent flying back to a teenager, his vision swam as the guild headquarters flickered in and out of view, transforming back and forth from his ancestral home to the target building in front of him. This... This isn't what he had wanted. Even though he had finished the job, even though he had killed all of the members inside, this isn't how he wanted it to happen. The screams emanating from the inside, the fire blazing against his back, licking at his feet, an unwilling inferno that called him 'master.' He had done this, he was the one who destroyed his home, he was the one who murdered his family, he was the one who cast himself out into the throes of the strange, vast world. Turning away from the fire as he did that same night, many years ago, he ran to escape. Fire... It was ironic. He controlled fire, but as the flames raged on, he questioned whether or not he was truly in control.*
Neal
*Syele would be forced to cover up a smile across her face as she watch the entire building go up into flames. It wasn't that she enjoyed the screams echoing on the winds from the victims inside nor was it the fact she had a bit of a sadistic side. It was merely so that she watched all their efforts literally go up in flames, just a moment ago she was mocking Arthur for his attempt of sneaking around the building to find a entrance of a private guild. But now, even their most simple of plans has fallen into complete and utter ruin... She was glad that they would still be paid in the end, but none the else it was all just a bad joke in the end.*

*The oriate turned her attention to Arthur's stunned state for a moment examining his expression fully before almost giggling. A thing that she had almost never done in her adult life, sure, she laugh and giggled when she was just a child and had a genuinely innocent reason to back then. Now, she was giggling at another's misery, a honest mistake, and just judging by their face something was even brought back that stroke deeper than any wound that they could had face. In all truth, she had nothing against Arthur, just that she wanted to see his pride die and be eaten away into oblivion. This was as close as it was going to get, she thought to herself, before then walking away back toward home...*
Stanley
*In a stark contrast to Arthur's reaction, Alexander slowly looks the carnage up and down, without any real emotional reaction.

Why was Arthur so scared? This can all just be written off as a stupid mistake now. And why should Arthur care about what happened here? They were criminals. They should've known this would happen at some point.

Unlike Arthur, Alexander has a cold, detached mind that borders on sociopathic. In his opinion, they were pathetic anyway; why feel sorry for them?

He surveys the fire for a couple of seconds, before sprinting off at his breakneck speed of 49mph.*
Roger
*If one was to look at Kaisa's face, they would see an expression of fear. She remembered the monsters she faced, those she had slaughtered. She had always wondered, did people consider her a monster as well? A monstrosity? Something unnatural, not made for this earth? No. She had a job to do, one that was never finished. Jackal would walk off, and Alex would run. Not in fear, but apathy. She wondered, why did he hate macens so much? For some reason, more so to Almann than her. Arthur would also seem to be scared* "Good job today. You did a lot" *She would pat Arthur on the shoulder, then chase after Alex*
Stanley
*Alex puts a good deal of distance between him and the wreck. He still needs to care at least a little about not being caught; after all, his Artificer's Workshop for now is little more than a cave that he had taken over. For any real progress to be made, he'd have to get his own building. Maybe a forge. Refurbish it. Make it something truly special.

Make it his. And make it beautiful.

After he pauses to remove his mask and wipe his hair off his forehead, he finally notices Kaisa and scowls even more than usual. He groans.*

"Why are you following me?"
Roger
*Kaisa would stop, het armor still on besides her helmet and shoulder pods* "Because I have questions. You're different from the other people I've seen. Almann is weird, but he's not a threat. Arthur is afraid, he's scared of something. Jackal, whoever she is, is a jackass, but useless in combat. You, on the other hand, are very capable. You're also apathetic about building an entire building down full of people. Not anything wrong, seeing as they deserved it, but I need to know how much of a threat you are, and why you hate the Macen race so much"

*Why did he hate Macens? Did something happen to him? He probably was either an Oriate or an elf, seeing his face, but his scars indicated he was an Oriate. She wondered how a person could come to be like this*
Stanley
*Alex lets out a laugh.*

"What kind of question is that? Why do you care so much? You're not even going to help, so why bother?"

*He can't understand why this woman is prying so much into this. If it was another Oriate, he'd explain everything in a mere moment. Of how the goddamn system resulted in the death of his mother, as their family had been too poor to afford any healthcare for her illness. They were the underclass, after all. As far as Alexander can tell, that's all the Oriates are right now; an underclass, to be used as the higher-ups deemed fit. Just like the treatment of the Oni, really.

 But they will show everyone. Show everyone that they are not to be used as mere objects, to be thrown away like trash when their purpose has been fulfilled. And Alex, one day, would be the spark that lead to the flame. He doesn't want to lead the group; he's not a leading personality, and he's aware of this. No, he'd find someone else as invested into the project as him, and allow them to take over. Of course, finding that person won't be easy. But Arthur seems like a good first try.

The boy was in an awful state, no thanks to the Macen. And maybe he could see what Alex had up his sleeve. He'd understand it all.

But... Alex, for now, says none of this to Kaisa.*

"It was a job, and we'll be paid well, and I can get a jacket that I wasn't forced to steal off a dead man's back. Leave it at that."
Roger
"I'm not taking this personally. I care about protecting those who can't protect themselves. Your hatred for Macen is a risk I'm not willing to take, and if I understand more, then I'll see the reason behind your apathy. Essentially, I need to see if there's a reason behind your sociopathy"

*Kaisa really didn't want to fight him. Not because he was powerful, and not because they did a job together, but because she didn't want to fight someone who she didn't know about, and the reason that they fought. She hated blind killing, not having a justifiable reason for death. With Alex, she didn't know. What was his childhood like, that allowed him to grow up to become this?*
Stanley
*Alex rolls his eyes and lets out an aggravated sigh.*

"...Fuck me... You... You won't understand. But... To put things in a way that doesn't sound "Mushy", I know how it feels to be the little man. The one who's seen as little more than a tool to be thrown away when they aren't as useful as they need to be. As a race, mine is better than that, I'd think. But no! Apparently not. Apparently, most Oriates are content to be... Well, glorified slaves."

*Alex **Heavily** Cuts down on what he'd normally say, which would be a lot of blaming things on the humans and elves. But he still tells Kaisa the basics. He slips his mask back on.*

"Happy now?"
Roger
*Glorified slaves? What kind of life did this man live?* "You're angry. That your race is considered second class. And don't like that some are willing to put up with it. You want change, justice for your race and what they deserve."
Ranae
_Almann watches on as the others leave. He was annoyed. 1200 silver is great for a quest, but the potential was so much more for all of them. A shame really. For now he has to patch himself up and reorganize how he fights. His current style has clear holes and he now aims to improve and focus on a couple of categories instead of a myriad of others.

He watched Arthur's facial expressions and raised an eyebrow. If this man couldn't handle the screams and killing of others, why did he take this quest? Killing isn't pretty, perhaps some it's fun, for Almann it's simply business. Business that makes lots of coin.

Almann walks back to his shop, it's not too far from here in New Salvainia. His rouncey will be tied up there, and he can heal himself once he has the time. This quest was good, he will remember the faces of those he worked with, and keep them in mind for later business. He will focus on his personal strength, instead of magical spells. It made no sense for a man raised in he steppes to be so weak in hand-to-hand combat._
Stanley
"You seem to get it. Emphasis on "Seem". "

*Alex still doesn't trust Kaisa yet. Hell, he doesn't trust many Oriates, let alone Macen. A personality like his does not translate well to any reaction to others that isn't paranoia.*
Roger
"Explaining it more in detail would help me understand"

*Alex doesn't seem to trust others easily. Heck, he just ran off as soon as possible, even from other Oriates.*
Stanley
"Why? Do you want my life story? I've already told you so much, I don't see the point in continuing!"

*Alex begins to wave his left hand about as he emphasises his words. Even through the mask and the very shrouded appearance, the intense annoyance he feels at the moment is very obvious.*
Roger
"Ok. I won't prod any longer. I can help, if you want. Judging from what you said, I would say High Elves are a problem"
Stanley
"...I suppose you're right."

*Alexander would rather cut his tail off than admit a Macen is right. But here... Yeah, a Macen is right.*
Roger
*Kaisa would reach her hand out to pat him on the shoulder, but retracted it. She knew he wasn't quite fond of her and she would respect his personal space* "So, maybe we go solve some problems. Help your people. Maybe kill some elves along the way."