In the Another Wolrd
The bustle flooded the place, to such way that Giorno was unable to continue speaking, the spacious tavern, hidden in the forest, in which he was, allowed dozens of different races to meet, to exchange information, make dark deals, or just have a good time, they were all warriors.
the tavern had a scaffold that used amplifying runes so that the bards who played could be heard throughout the place. Something like magic amplifiers, but not even with that magic, the voice of the Giorno that now looked like a thin and green goblin, was able to overcome the noise caused by the commotion of everyone present, having heard his proposal to unite against the human empire.
- Face against the human king?
Asked one who, like everyone else, was the leader of his small village, climbing onto the dais next to him.
- Do you understand what you are suggesting? It's ridiculous!
- Of course it is not ridiculous, Giorno replied, facing the leader, a huge mountain troll, who seemed to be able to crush him with his garotte in a blink of an eye, if we unite and organize we can certainly defeat the human king - he said hopefully and determined , Together we will be invincible!
-Do you understand what happens to those who organize against the great human king? Said a centaur raising his beer.
- They and their families are massacred! But it is not a simple death. He continued narrating the centaur, in front of everyone present, moving his enormous horse body; with his torso, arms and head of a man. And like someone who tells a horror story, he continued, while everyone listened attentively.
- Men's skin is pulled off along with their nails and teeth to make magic book pastes, potions and armor; They do it while they are still alive so that they contain more magical power. That is not the worst: women before suffering the same fate are raped, until all the soldiers get tired of them. They don't care how old or what race they are, those helpless. And then they use their bodies to make weapons and other magical items. No one in their right mind would join a guild that publicly goes against the most powerful being in the world.
A lugubrious emviroment invaded the place, even doesn´t exist the scary to the Human King, the tribes were so arrogants to cooperate among them, furthermore, everyone aspired to be the lead of his race, which is equal to being a king.
As if doesn´t be enough, the fact in think to defeat the Human King wasn´t more than a dream conceived by an irrational mind, nobody said it, but everyone thought it. If that deluded didn´t dead atrociously, he would become in his slave forever.
Kneel down to the Human King was something more and more common among those who were born in that world sent by the gods.
At the end, his porpuse was denied for the thirteenth time. He left the tabern frustrated, how could the thing change if nobody dare to do something? He knew the terrible that was the Human King, after all he was one of their army general, he was who killed his teacher and lover, "mother wolf", in front of his eyes after had rap her until tired for just killed her in a depraved way.
Giorno also knew that that man just leave him alive for torture him, he even remebered this eyes that not even he was consider as a threat, mocking his weakness, laughing that he was nothing more than a cockroach, ah this overwhelming power.
That was the reason why he didn´t understand how cant those idiots can live in the shade waiting to be masacred by a human, Why they don´t fight?, for themselves, for his family, fot those who died, and specially for those who have not yet been born.
Giorno left the tabern defeated, walking forward his horse, he wnted to hit something, kill someone, the frustration invaded him, so he wanted to scream. He decided to go to the city and himself kill a lot people as he can, but few seconds before he took the worst decition of his life, a voice stopped him for an instant.
- Good speech in there, said the voice behind him, was an elf that was one meter from him, without activate the anti attacks pasives skills, he was someone really agile.
- Good, but useless, Giorno answered while he was looking to the subject, with a serious expression, as one who expected to be attacked at any moment.
- Mister goblin...
Continued the man, kneeling down in front of Giorno, who by his race was much shorter, then he did a reverence in front to him, which no race would normally do againt a goblin, much less one as proud as elves.
If you allow me to give you some advoces the next time you want to get it.
Giorno observed him carefully, then he took him from his wrist and stood him out with his amazing force, his strong parameters were higher above those of his race.
- I am a warrior, not a King for you postrate in front of me, say me what you will say, please. He was a thin elf, agile, surely his job was as a assassin or an explorer.
- A goblin that doesn´t want praises?, said the man looking him with a big smile, apparently you are soomeone peculiar, and I love to help the strange people as you are.
The elf called Neil. It was strange than an elf of these world will try the others races as an equal, therefore he had a reason, he being the leader of the thieves' guild was used to dealing with many types of clients and discriminating against them was not an option, as Giorno supposed he was a rogue who taught him various techniques that would help him create the most powerful guild in history, among them, a very curious trick which he put into practice in the next town.
He started the meeting, this time, with the leaders of the races from a different region.
- Gentlemen, I have gathered you tonight for a simple proposal.
Everyone listened to the goblin who held the title of goblin hero
- My group and I wish to extend to you an invitation to our Assassin human guild.
- I have never heard of such a guild, said one of the beastmen, seated in a small wooden armchair, threatening it to break under its enormous weight.
- Of course not, Giorno interrupted him before he said anything else, and if they reject my offer they will not listen to him again, not at least until we finish executing our plan to overthrow the human king, we are a select and secret group that has achieved expand your influence much deeper than you imagine.
- So? And how many are there in that guild? Asked another man.
Giorno released his guild badge where under his name it said member # 823. Neil, who was also there, as a guest got up and placed his own guild badge on the table, under his name it said member # 512. Guild plates were magical items that could not be altered by counterfeit, copy, or illusion spells.
Once it was used, it could only be used by whoever made a pact with it, and no others could be used until the guild to which it belongs was dissolved or expelled from the guild, that's how serious the commitment that is acquired when making a pact with that guild was. magical artifact, In other words, what the plates registered, was reality.
But Neil, who by nature was curious and loved to found fails in the magic artefacts, he discovered that can turn into a member of his newly founded guild to any living being, even ratsm dogs, kitchesns, hornes, etc.
The process was as simple as placing a drop of the animal's blood on the magic plate and it would register it as a member with its data and number it, the only problem was that the animal had to have a job, and have a name, but that was so simple like naming him, and then making him an apprentice to a job that the 'name' had at level 100, that also allows him apart from making him an apprentice give him an honorary title, for example:
"Name: Julius, occupation: thief, title: little trinket thief", or if you wanted something more shocking, "great thief of mythical treasures" or whatever they came up with, the another problem was having enough plates to give one to each member.
Small obstacles that with a little skill and a guild of expert thieves were easy to overcome, and now the hero of the goblins had a guild of more than 692 rats, 32 dogs, 14 horses, 56 chickens, 27 bats and 7 demons, former members of Neil's disbanded Thieves Guild.
"Are you 823?" Said the man in amazement when he looked at the plaque. Is there such a large guild?
The guilds were local groups, few had more than 30 people, a guild of more than 100, it was a regional guild, but they had never ever known a guild of more than 800 people.
-It is not the amount, it is the antiquity, Neil intervened, this guild exists since the days of my great-grandfather, my father inherited the torch being honored with the entrance and then he gave me the honor of belonging to me. At first I did not believe what this man said since the union has never been open to ordinary people, but when I see his plaque, I understand that the time has come to implement the plan that, for many years, we have been preparing.
- They really have a plan to defeat the human king! -The murmurs invaded the room, but for the first time Giorno was not upset, everything was going according to his plan, everyone was amazed by the existence of such an incredible guild.
- That's right, those who have the courage to give their lives to the guild and contribute to the freedom of all demons and semihumans from the clutches of humans, this is their only chance.
Everyone were in silent, it was obvious everyone feared for their families, - it's now or never! We are very close to turning this war around.
- It has never been a war, it is only a massacre, said one of the oldest leaders with a tired and weak voice, but that with each word he said was gaining strength until it was more than a cry, and that is why I will not stop pass this opportunity, I join!
After these night, the guild grew out of control, and soon it was consider as one of the strongest forces against the humans, to the point that not eve the elite soldiers or even the generals could intimidate them as the did in the past, soon every villager, soldier, lead and merchant would have heard of him. Many were members, but nobody knew anything but what they were informed, throught the guild plaques and concrete missions. That was like this untill the leader of the guild (the Giorno´s horses) died in the battle and Giorno took the leader of the guild, but that is another history.