Kellach had finally gotten out of the house, and immediately started worrying about his own safety. That he was even allowed to leave was testament to his own resilience, toughness and perhaps, just perhaps, the lack of malice in the person who'd... captured him. Yes.
Axe in tow, mask on, he set on towards Ul'dah. He'd been setting off this guild adhesion for such a long time since he'd grown uneasy surrounding their members, with only a few exceptions not only gaining his trust, but his friendship as well. Yet people who openly flirted with the abyss were not the kind of people he'd want to be. However, his hand was forced due to a very particular encounter which shall not be recounted here, due to its bizarre nature and outright impossibility of the event.
Upon counsel by Eamont, and his own personal experiences, he knew he couldn't wait. Perhaps he would be the worst one of the lot - but he needed to know more. He needed to throw himself to the dark, and become one of those he'd come to assume they would always muck things up when it came to it because they loved explosions way too damn much but shunned any sort of open confrontation.
He had to learn Thaumaturgy - at least on the theoretical level. Even if he'd never cast a Fire spell in his life, if he knew of the Void, he could more adequately combat it... and the resources of the guild in terms of the written word were massive.
Axe in tow, mask on, he set on towards Ul'dah. He'd been setting off this guild adhesion for such a long time since he'd grown uneasy surrounding their members, with only a few exceptions not only gaining his trust, but his friendship as well. Yet people who openly flirted with the abyss were not the kind of people he'd want to be. However, his hand was forced due to a very particular encounter which shall not be recounted here, due to its bizarre nature and outright impossibility of the event.
Upon counsel by Eamont, and his own personal experiences, he knew he couldn't wait. Perhaps he would be the worst one of the lot - but he needed to know more. He needed to throw himself to the dark, and become one of those he'd come to assume they would always muck things up when it came to it because they loved explosions way too damn much but shunned any sort of open confrontation.
He had to learn Thaumaturgy - at least on the theoretical level. Even if he'd never cast a Fire spell in his life, if he knew of the Void, he could more adequately combat it... and the resources of the guild in terms of the written word were massive.
