Precarious Alliance
Deep inside the Elven forests, close to a mile outside of the Paragon's new fortress, a large red tent was pitched. Inside this tent, many players were standing close to the edges, while a large table was at the center.
At the table sat ten players. These players were all famous pro players, with large followings and powerful guilds and backers.
The table was round, so no one could be seated at its helm to signify equality. Behind each player seated at the table stood at least one other player, their eyes scanning every other person in the room.
For now, silence still reigned amongst the seated guild leaders. All that was heard was the whispering of smaller guild leaders from the sides.
One hand finally raised itself from the table. The owner of this hand was a player that Astaroth held in high esteem: Killi.
"Alright, fellow guild leaders. I believe we have dawdled enough. Let us get this meeting started."