Teldemar
A scream.
A splash of blood.
Satisfaction.
That was what rent through him each and every time. Words were short. Sparse. They never quite fit the description, never struck the mark that he needed them to. Perhaps his own failing. Perhaps the failing of the little men that had woven the words which slipped from so many tongues. Shivers didn't known, and in truth, he didn't much give a shit.
His purpose was a simple one. His dedication an ease that most men would envy.
He knew this. Understood it. There was no book learnin' to it. No spark of knowledge or rent of purpose that could have explained it. He knew what he was doin. He knew the why, the how. Beyond anything else there was satisfaction within that cause. The knowledge that he did exactly what he was supposed to be doin'. The fact of his existence.
How many men could attest to that.
The spiny, notched blade worked it's way through the flesh of a man begging for mercy. The cries of those within Teldemar echoing out like a song. Within his heart he felt whole. Within his chest he knew that he had done the right thing. For the only 'right' thing was the path you chose yourself.
No man could argue that. "Burn it."
The man behind him seemed almost startled, his face flickering. His lips thinning. The small pouch of gold he'd plucked from some secret and hidden place weighing heavily in his hand.
"Burn it." Shivers hissed. "They didn't pay us to steal."
No. They had paid to burn.
A scream.
A splash of blood.
Satisfaction.
That was what rent through him each and every time. Words were short. Sparse. They never quite fit the description, never struck the mark that he needed them to. Perhaps his own failing. Perhaps the failing of the little men that had woven the words which slipped from so many tongues. Shivers didn't known, and in truth, he didn't much give a shit.
His purpose was a simple one. His dedication an ease that most men would envy.
He knew this. Understood it. There was no book learnin' to it. No spark of knowledge or rent of purpose that could have explained it. He knew what he was doin. He knew the why, the how. Beyond anything else there was satisfaction within that cause. The knowledge that he did exactly what he was supposed to be doin'. The fact of his existence.
How many men could attest to that.
The spiny, notched blade worked it's way through the flesh of a man begging for mercy. The cries of those within Teldemar echoing out like a song. Within his heart he felt whole. Within his chest he knew that he had done the right thing. For the only 'right' thing was the path you chose yourself.
No man could argue that. "Burn it."
The man behind him seemed almost startled, his face flickering. His lips thinning. The small pouch of gold he'd plucked from some secret and hidden place weighing heavily in his hand.
"But we cou-"
"Burn it." Shivers hissed. "They didn't pay us to steal."
No. They had paid to burn.
