assassins guild

Vengeance sat crouched on the top of a local bakery, the tiled roofs of Alliria spread out before her in a dark wave. Lanterns and candles sat lit in windows or moved with the hands that carried them, creating a twinkle of light inside the dark city. It painted a fair resemblance to the night...

Sal could still taste the ale on his lips, the lingering tones of malt and various spices. It was his doing but he justified it. He needed to blend in, to appear as one of them. The task was a simple one, involving the exchange of coin and the emptying of pewter tankards against tables in a run...

Presented with the expanse of the Abberasai Savannah, Sal had looked to the sky and made a monumental decision. He turned left. Along the sandy footpath he traveled, a paltry and unremarkable member of a swaggering caravan, the arrival at a port city could not have come quick enough. He was one...