Shadow Slayers

While Kama agreed with what Alroth was saying to some degree he didn't want to admit it. What Alroth was saying seemed too harsh in Kama's opinion. Even though Kama was angry he didn't want Celty and Oxy to feel responsible for putting the entire world in jeopardy. Instead he chose to stay silent about his opinion on Celty's punishment for now and dismiss the guild members instead.
"That's all the information I have" Kama said "This meeting is over. You're all dismissed." He quickly walked out of the underground dungeon, looking down and ignoring everyone on his way out. It was clear by the look on his face and the way he stormed out of the room that Kama was still angry. He walked up the stairs, went into one of the nearest rooms, and angrily slammed the door behind him.
As soon as the door shut behind him Kama found himself in the room all by himself. The room Kama was in looked like an art room, with fancy chairs everywhere, paintings covering the walls, and statues and expensive vases all over the place. Kama kicked down one of the statues, loudly breaking a bunch of the artwork and furniture as he screamed "DAMN IIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" His shouting was so loud that it could be heard from the dungeon room, making his voice unintentionally audible to most of the guild members. He sat down in one of the chairs, filled with regret. The guild that he formed was falling apart and Kama was beginning to feel as if he formed the wrong guild to save Ignis. Kama was beginning to feel his chances of saving the planet slipping away. His anger quickly turned into depression as he thought about the guild members that he put so much faith in. The old man sat in silence as his hopes began to shatter.

Kama continued to look down at the ground as he said "This isn't how I wanted this guild to turn out. I failed to prevent this guild from falling apart. I failed to create a guild that could work together to save Ignis. I was so proud of this guild but now... I don't know what to do. I don't have any answers. I screwed up. I... failed..."
He thought back to all the terrible things his father would say to him when he was young and quietly said to Mimisko "Maybe my father was right. Maybe I just got lucky and didn't deserve to be acknowledged as a hero by people like you and your mother. I don't think a screw up like me has what it takes to really be... a hero."

Screams, shouts, and cries pierced Osseus's ears as he attended to Luair's request, now having a to-do list to worry about. Get the healer, get food for Zerah, and save Kama from his own rage once again. He ripped out sheets from his notebook and scrawled out notes, along with drawings of the notes in case they couln't read. He slipped the first one on Rezza's ear, reading:

Rezza,
Luair needs immediate healing. She's in a bedroom, and sustained serious injuries from fearen, and I don't know what to do with myself if she died. I left the door open for you to see her easier too. Just so you know, nether Oxy or Celty had anything to do with this.
Osseus

He then made his way to Zerah, dropping bits of meat and fruit for him along with another note.

Zerah,
Thank you for saving mine and Kama's life. I saw you were hungry and deserved more than shitty bread.
Osseus

His final plan revolved around Kama, and no letter was going to fix this one. He followed the noises to a room, utterly destroyed by rage. Mimisko was attending to the scene, but extra support was needed.
"Mimisko's right," he affirmed, his voice wavering out of pure anxiety.
"And my father's right too. You deserve the world for getting rid of that f-cking dickhole of a king twice. Besides, even if everyone else in the guild is a lying bunch of f-cking pricks, just know I'll be there," he cleared his throat to make his final conviction.
"I'll be there, even if it means I have to die. I have nothing to lie about, and I have nothing to lose,"
Tears welled up as he tried to grasp the situation at hand.
"'My dad looked up to you as his idol. He cited you as the reason why I'm alive. Because that's what you would do. Protect the innocent from the evil. My dad made sure I had a decent life as a f-cked up crossbreed because he thought you would do the same. And I'll do the same too,"

Kama looked over at Mimisko and Osseus and saw tears welling up in their eyes. He saw that the two of them were pouring their hearts out to make him feel better, and realized from their words that his actions genuinely did make the world a better place for them. He saw genuine kindness in the guild members standing before him. He couldn't let them down. They looked up to him. They cared about him.
Kama said "You know what? This guild... it isn't so bad after all. Maybe not everyone in this guild was a great choice, but letting you two join was one of the best choices I've ever made in my life. You're good kids. I'm sorry for putting you through this. You two... you've made me proud. It's too early for us to give up now. I'll fix this guild. It might seem impossible but I'll find a way to make it work. This guild will be the guild that saves Ignis. I'm sure of it."
Kama grabbed out the dagger sheathed behind his back and said "I'd like to give you two something. Osseus, I want you to have my dagger. This dagger is the weapon that I used to slay King Tairaga 50 years ago. It's got a long history behind it and I'm sure you'll be able to use it well."
Kama then reached into his pocket and grabbed out a green headband that he handed to Mimisko as he said "And Mimisko... this headband is what I wore when I was a young adventurer and I'd like you to have it. It was part of the hero outfit that I dreamed about when I was just a kid. My mother made it for me to encourage me to become the hero I dreamed of, and I want to do the same for you. I want to encourage you to become a hero... and you too Osseus. Keep making me proud."

   Watching them assemble and offer the collars was gut-churning. Ooro couldn't herself agreeing with such a practice, and bit her lip in frustration over what to say. Oxy hadn't deserved this in the slightest, and it was just as Manasa said- if they treated the child poorly now; it could have dire consequences for his future. While she wanted to object to their idea, Alroth had spoken up-

 

   ...They had brought up a good point. She loathed to admit it, but this wasn't just tied to their own safety, but rather for the future of everyone in Ignis. Especially now with Kama's new information regarding the summoning circle. Still, this... this was just inhumane to physically restrain them as though they were irredeemable criminals. She hadn't known the mother well... but it appeared as though she's been in a tight space for awhile though. While the dishonesty was unappreciated, Ooro was not one to talk. The scar on her forehead was a reminder of that.

   The weight of the ordeal began to burden itself on her shoulders. Everything had... began to look dim in the blink of an eye. First was the revelation that fearen were once people, and now the recruits were caught in a string of lies. Kama screeched with irrefutable fury atop one of the higher level, and the sound of his anger took form in the clashing and clanking of items shattering against the marble. It became now that their leader, who brought them together and so far, was crumbling under the turmoil of the disaster.

  Unable to bear the scene any longer, Ooro stormed up the stairs in a heightened rush. The gnawing worry she was experiencing was that similar to when she had just been cut by the severing dagger. Despite trudging through the situation, there was a tinge of hopelessness. Just as her days began to feel limited with the human family after she received her scar; her involvement with the guild felt as though it would surely meet an abrupt end. 

  As her feet slid across the flooring, dragging themselves ever-so-slowly, she found herself distracted by the garden nearby. There was a tree that stood out amidst it all, as its bark shone in pristine condition as the leaves fluttered in the wind. Their hues were still vibrant, even in the cold weather. Ooro gazed at the bright pinks and muted greens, a wave of serenity coming over her as she strolled onto the grass. It felt refreshing against her calloused feet, when was the last time she enjoyed nature peacefully? Ever since joining the guild, she found it rare to have time to take in her surroundings- everything had felt like a blur speeding by.

  ...It was beautiful. She gently lowered herself to take a seat, leaning against the trunk as she did so. Her head tilted up to stare at the array of colors that swayed in the breeze. The low whistle of the wind had sound, and she felt somewhat comforted. While loneliness had stung her, the ground beneath her had always been kind. In places where she could not find a place, the forest had always made her feel as though she was one with the rest of the living. At least there, she felt little difference that separated herself from the fauna and flora that thrived. 

  As she rested, her breathing slowed and she shut her eyes- completely unaware of the presence that settled on the other side...

Celty hesitantly reached out and took the collars. They felt heavy in her hand as she stared at them. She didn't trust the pixie. She was sure there was something in these restraints that could kill them if necessary. But yet again, her hand was forced. She was beginning to wonder if she'd ever had a choice in this whole mess or if it was all one tight corner into another. She sighed and placed Oxy carefully on the floor, leaning into put the collar on him.

"No!" He swatted it out of her hand and she quickly picked it back up, surveying the room as panic struck her. This was no time for a tantrum. 

"Oxy, it's okay, see look?" She put her own collar on, clasping it in the back. It felt snug, but not tight enough to hurt her, and was oddly warm to the touch. She felt like a human's literal bitch. "Mommy has one, and she's alright. Now stay still."

Oxy sniffed, lowering his head sadly as Celty reached out again and hooked the collar around his neck. It seemed to adjust itself to the shape just as her's had. He tugged at it with his fingers, but it didn't move an inch. "I hate it." He managed to say between sniffs. He then crossed his arms and held himself tightly. "I want my cloak."

"Then let's go get it." She looked around as she slowly stood up, holding Oxy's hand tightly. "I would like to go back upstairs now to retrieve his cloak. I'll stay in someone's line of sight, like promised, but if you want to assign someone to keep a closer watch then please do so now."