Dorian sighs, he's standing in his room. He's realising it didn't really make sense to drop her off in the chief rabbit's office without saying hi if he was using super-speed. If she was as smart as he thought, she would figure out his true capabilities from his small slip-up.
He sighs again, this was why he didn't interact with people or go public much, he already revealed two large secrets to the woman. His name, and one of the Prime skills of the Obsidian family. Flash step.
It used lightning magic to teleport, and it required a lot of skill to use, even the most powerful of each generation had trouble learning it, movement skills were notoriously difficult to learn. And this was the epitome of a movement skill.
She would probably be conversing with the chief rabbit right now; he considers listening in but stops himself. He hated when people used their power to invade privacy, and he wouldn't stoop so low as to do so as well.
A knock sounds out softly on his door, "Yes?" He says.
The door opens, and a tall woman walks in, with long, red flowing hair. No, it's a short woman, probably about 5'4", she has blonde hair that frames her face well. Her noise is small and points slightly upwards, her lips curve, the top lip curved sort of aggressively, it reminded him of a cat, but it always left a small, seductive expression on her face, no matter what she was trying to put across. It was usually seductive anyways.
"Hey." She purrs, "Who was in here?"
"A guest. New Obsidian."
"Oh?" She stalks closer slowly, "Who is it?"
"Isabel Keyheart."
She stops, "Highest General of-"
"Yes." He interrupts.
Her eyes flicker, looking at images she conjured up inside of her head, likely trying to remember if Isabel was attractive or not.
"She is."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"So, she's joining the Guild?"
"Yes, as a Tier I Obsidian."
"I see…" She's obviously plotting something, she was Tier VII Obsidian herself, she had been part of the Guild since she was a Silver, she had only tiered up once in Obsidian, and she had been in Obsidian for the past 100 years, to put it into context.
"You know, with the upcoming war there will likely be many more Obsidian missions, maybe you'll reach Tier X." Dorian says.
"I hope so, I'll be aiming for it." She nuzzles against me – like a cat. She had many cat-like qualities.
"If you reach Tier X Obsidian, you'll only be the 3rd to do so, and you'll be eligible for rank-up."
There was one rank that was not attainable simply by having enough magical power, the rank was Mage. Think of it like being knighted or something, that's an apt description. You had to reach Tier X, had to be Obsidian, and had to be significantly stronger than an average Obsidian. Disappointingly, the first Tier X Obsidian wasn't eligible for Mage as he wasn't strong enough for it, he was a below-average Obsidian, but he had been here the longest and had managed to climb his way up over the years. Many Obsidians died; many Guild members died. It was hard to remember that when there were so many of them.
"You think I'm strong enough?"
He nods, "Yes, you are quite powerful."
Not stronger than my dragon.
He stares at the full-body mirror, looking at himself, he was tall, and there was a short woman draped against him. She didn't look powerful, but she was, he didn't really like her but even he had to admit it. She was probably not as strong as Isabel, but anything could happen in a fight.
There were a few Obsidians who – if they survived long enough – would be eligible for Mage. Three of them were stronger than her and Isabel.
First was Damian, he quite liked Damian. He was confident, often mistook for arrogance, but he knew he was much more cunning than he let on. And he made for good conversation. He was also quite young and only Tier II, but he was promising.
Second was Lottie, she was quite the opposite of Abigail – the girl at my side – she was much more mature, despite being slightly younger, and more powerful. Right now, she was more powerful than Damian, but only because she was older. She was also Tier VIII, which annoyed Abigail, as they had started around the same time, Lottie had only managed to pull ahead because Abigail had gotten a bad injury, causing her to miss a few missions.
Third was Argon. He was the oldest of the three, he even looked like an old man despite being younger than himself. Old man might be a bit of an exaggeration, he had grey hair, but that was pretty much it except for his lightly wrinkled face. He was dark-skinned, and he was very proper. He acted more like an obedient, hardened soldier instead of the most powerful Obsidian. Still, in his opinion, Damian would overtake him, given time. Maybe he was biased, he did scout him out himself after all. He was the Tier X Obsidian, and wasn't quite powerful enough to be a Mage yet.
"Hey!" She slaps his cheek lightly, it stings slightly, "You zoned out, I was talking to you."
"Sorry." He murmurs.