The sky opened and an ocean fell from on high. In the midnight hour rivers poured down the streets of Hargeon. Clouds so vast and depressing no light could hope to pass through them encased the world in their dark embrace. Worried mothers held their children inside to keep them safe from the whipping winds and cruel rain while their fathers struggled to hold the windows shut. No sane man would be about in the midst of such a storm.
No sane man with a choice.
An out cast from this world and the other a lone man ran through the fell downpour, undeterred by the heaven's fury. In one arm he carried a bundle of towels and blankets clutched closely to his chest, in the other he carried a katana that hung at his side as he ran. But that was not the only blade he carried for on his back he carried a large box-shaped sheathe that carried many similar weapons, but many of its slots were empty but this man had no shortage of blades on his person.
A dagger in his right thigh, one of his own katana had been run through his back where it remaiend still, a throwing needle caught in his teeth a moment too late stuck into the ceiling of his mouth, not one or two but three throwing knives were buried into the forearm that was holding the bundle of blankets and while not a blade an arrow in his left shoulder completed the collection of weapons that had taken residence in Myra's body.
Blood seeped from other wounds as the guardian desperately charged through the empty streets. Then through the darkness he saw it, stark white against the bleak surroundings. He came crashing through the front doors of the Lamia Scale Guild Hall just as his legs gave out and he fell to a knee. "I apologize my lord. I know you did not want to return here, but it is our last refuge." It had been several months since Myra and Mazza had last invaded the Lamia Scale guild hall and been repelled by the guild master and various residence. But now in a desperate hour he sought protection in the castle he had once tried to steal.
"What heroic nonsense." An arrow of darkness shot through Myra's torso from behind. Not even thinking of his own well being the loyal guardian extended his right arm holding the bundle away from his chest just barely moving it out of the arrows path as it passed.
Myra collapsed collapsed on his side as his strength failed. But even as his consciousness failed him he refused to allow the bundle to touch the ground. As it rested on Myra's arm some of the blankets in the bundle peeled away to reveal the tiny genie Mazza resting in the bloodied cloths. The young king's golden skin had turned a pale red and he rapidly breathed to fight off a burning fever.
An assassin clad in robes of black walked in the wide open doors of Lamia Scale. The warrior of darkness stood over his prey "You die hard Myra, but you deserved a harder death then this." He pointed an exposed index finger at Myra's leg and from his finger shot another arrow that buried itself in Myra's calf. "You deserve worse for what you did to my men. I fought along those men for years, and in one night you slaughtered them all. But don't you worry you will soon be apologizing to them in the after life." The magic archer then moved his finger to point at the defenseless djinn "Really all this trouble for that little golden pile of sentient dung. No pay check will out weigh my lost comrades, but it may just make me feel better when I kill you." Hidden by a cowl the assassin wore a smile so sinister you could feel it, even if it could not be seen. "Long live the king!"
No sane man with a choice.
An out cast from this world and the other a lone man ran through the fell downpour, undeterred by the heaven's fury. In one arm he carried a bundle of towels and blankets clutched closely to his chest, in the other he carried a katana that hung at his side as he ran. But that was not the only blade he carried for on his back he carried a large box-shaped sheathe that carried many similar weapons, but many of its slots were empty but this man had no shortage of blades on his person.
A dagger in his right thigh, one of his own katana had been run through his back where it remaiend still, a throwing needle caught in his teeth a moment too late stuck into the ceiling of his mouth, not one or two but three throwing knives were buried into the forearm that was holding the bundle of blankets and while not a blade an arrow in his left shoulder completed the collection of weapons that had taken residence in Myra's body.
Blood seeped from other wounds as the guardian desperately charged through the empty streets. Then through the darkness he saw it, stark white against the bleak surroundings. He came crashing through the front doors of the Lamia Scale Guild Hall just as his legs gave out and he fell to a knee. "I apologize my lord. I know you did not want to return here, but it is our last refuge." It had been several months since Myra and Mazza had last invaded the Lamia Scale guild hall and been repelled by the guild master and various residence. But now in a desperate hour he sought protection in the castle he had once tried to steal.
"What heroic nonsense." An arrow of darkness shot through Myra's torso from behind. Not even thinking of his own well being the loyal guardian extended his right arm holding the bundle away from his chest just barely moving it out of the arrows path as it passed.
Myra collapsed collapsed on his side as his strength failed. But even as his consciousness failed him he refused to allow the bundle to touch the ground. As it rested on Myra's arm some of the blankets in the bundle peeled away to reveal the tiny genie Mazza resting in the bloodied cloths. The young king's golden skin had turned a pale red and he rapidly breathed to fight off a burning fever.
An assassin clad in robes of black walked in the wide open doors of Lamia Scale. The warrior of darkness stood over his prey "You die hard Myra, but you deserved a harder death then this." He pointed an exposed index finger at Myra's leg and from his finger shot another arrow that buried itself in Myra's calf. "You deserve worse for what you did to my men. I fought along those men for years, and in one night you slaughtered them all. But don't you worry you will soon be apologizing to them in the after life." The magic archer then moved his finger to point at the defenseless djinn "Really all this trouble for that little golden pile of sentient dung. No pay check will out weigh my lost comrades, but it may just make me feel better when I kill you." Hidden by a cowl the assassin wore a smile so sinister you could feel it, even if it could not be seen. "Long live the king!"