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Venus Gallie is now a journeyman of the Fighter’s Guild, and as such, gets rewarded with more menial tasks. But first, we get to be initiated by the “mother” of the guild, by getting to hear the “family” speech. You know the one, right? Be on your best behavior, no debauchery, or I’ll bend you over my knee. And then I’m sent off to talk to Mamma’s second, who’s going to make us go discipline a few of the bad apples of the guild.

First up is Maglir, a Bosmer boy who defaulted, shame shame, on a contract. He tells me the job doesn’t pay well enough, that the place isn’t worth the contract. It’s mine now. Hmmph. So I head out there, and take a look around. This place can’t be that bad, can it?



It sure looks pretty outside. But the first thing that greets me is a zombie. Oh, okay, I think - surely something must be bad in here. A necromancer, a lich? But no, all the place has is a bunch of undead weaklings. That’s it? Psh. Maglir is a pussy. I turn in his contract, kick the dark elf in the shins, and get my next assignment.

This time, I’m off to take care of some drunken carousers in Leyawiin. They tell me they don’t have any work; not only does the Guild not have anything for them, but the Blackwood Company moved in and started taking all the jobs. So it’s my turn to find them work. I’m starting to feel not only like a rather used lackey, but like the Guild isn’t as pleasant as it’s cracked up to be.

Anyhow, the local alchemist offers to give them work, if I go get her five ectoplasm. Sure, now that I’ve used it up with potions, you ask for it. So I head off to Rielle, some ruins where I can find ghosties. Unfortunately, my silver daggers seem to be missing, so I’m stuck taking a silver mace. I actually got lost a few times in the place, but got more ectoplasm than I needed for the quest, so it wasn’t long before I was fixing up all the little problems. Snarky mister dark elf promotes me to Swordsman, and then sends me off to Anvil.

At Anvil, I’m told I need to take care of some thieves, but I get to have a partner: Maglir. Ugh, not the Bosmer pansy. Trust me, he’s not as nice as he looks:




I didn’t want to see Maglir any more for the day, so when we resume, more adventures in Fighter’s Guild land, where I hope there’s a story developing, and I’m not just some drudge.