Chapter 6: The Irregulars(Part 1)
"Hm...yeah, that is a pretty tempting offer, I can't really think of any reasons to refuse. I have a question though...what's your end goal in all this? What lies at the end of the road for you, if and when you've fully crushed the church in its entirety?" Raven asked them.
"Well, I can't say for sure that we'll accomplish it, it is quite the uphill undertaking, after all...but that said, our ultimate goal is to fix this damned, corrupt Kingdom. Discrimination and prejudice against Commoners runs rampant, thanks to the deep corruption in the Church of Persona, the Nobility, and of course, the Royalty who rule over them all. We intend to carve out that corruption, until there's none of it left. Of course, that's far easier said than done, so in the short-term, we're just trying to make life easier for Commoners, even if it's just a little bit, by eliminating those responsible for their oppression and suffering, one by one," Explained the leader, a determined look in his eyes.
But Raven's senses picked up on something beyond that determination and righteous justice...behind all that, was a simple yet intense hatred, not too unlike his own.
"I see...they're just like me. They've suffered because of the church, and for no other reason than the fact that they possess unusual Magic Classes that the Nobles fear," Surmised Raven, before meeting the leader's gaze and responding, "Okay, then...if you'll really help me find and rescue my sister, I'll join you. Like you said, we have a common interest...our exact reasons may differ, but ultimately, we both intend to go after the church. Realistically, I doubt I can get very far by myself, even with these abilities, I can use all the help I can get, whatever will raise my chances of success...so, yeah, I'll join you."
"Great! Welcome to The Irregulars, happy to have you! Let me introduce myself, my name is Aster Stark, nice to meet you, Raven," Smiled the leader.
He was in his mid-twenties, with flowing, medium-length white hair that had two black stripes down the front and light blue eyes with black-framed, rectangular glasses. He had clawed scars across his left cheek, jawline and neck, a pale complexion, an agile build, and he was fairly tall.
He wore greenish blue leather armor top under a black vest that had a harness in which two swords were strapped across each other on his back, a high black leathered collar covered his neck, and he had black trousers and black boots on.
"Yeah, likewise," Nodded Raven politely.
"I'm Colt Lekta, how's it going?" The young man with the eyepatch introduced himself with a friendly wave.
He was in his early twenties, with slightly long, straight dark brown hair, his right eye was covered with a black eyepatch, with a vertical scar extending from under the patch, and his left eye was dark red. He had a light brown complexion and a slim, agile build, and slightly above average height.
He was wearing a sleeveless, white hooded t-shirt under a long-sleeved blue leather armor jacket, with dark blue trousers and black boots.