Prologue

It was a quiet night. The some what attractive and dazzling village of Newport seemed to be taking a well needed nap for the first time in ages. I had been wondering through the gravel streets and dark alley ways for at least a fortnight. Hunting. I had thought after days of searching that maybe i had missed my target or he might of moved to new lands. But finally, tonight, I found him. His name was Bukar Dosh. A Dark elf Orc mixture (If you can picture what that would look like. He was a travailing tradesman with plenty of thievery, stolen money, and dirty items. He had been ripping peasants for there cheap and hard earned gold for years. But as I lay above this middle-aged man in the rafters of his upstage home, it finally hit me that this was him. This was the man that I was sent here to assassinate. I smiled a little, knowing that I finally reached my goal, finally following in the footsteps of my uncle. The only person who ever really cared for me. Ever since he had told me about the Dark Alliance, It had been my dream to become a devoted member. They had given me a, well in the best way, a hand-me-down dagger. It wasn't the sharpest blade, and it had a few spots that were a tad bit rusty. I smiled as I realized this blade would most likely cause pain to this, Bukar tradesman fellow. I lye there for about an hour or two, gathering the nerve to be able to sink this worn blade into his still beating heart. I wanted to do this but of course I'm going to be a little weak hearted about it. This was the first time I have ever taken a living beings life. I looked outside to make sure none of the locals were near the windows, I took another deep breath and dropped down from the rafter. I landed somewhat on the tip of my feet to attempt to soften the landing. It must of been successful considering he didn't wake up. I looked around to gather my surroundings now that I was ready. I felt like this room would never leave me. I got up to my feet and again pulled the blade from it"s sheath. I crept over to the mans bed and looked at him for awhile, for some reason his face disturbed me, and it made me want to make sure he suffered. I rubbed the side of the blade on his face, not to cut him. "You poor waste..." I muttered. He seemed to twitch a little, I froze thinking he might have woken up. With no more time to spare, no more time to rethink, no more time... I exhaled and let out a small, somewhat battle cry out as i slid the dagger across his throat. Blood shot out onto my hand, he didn't react as quickly as I thought he would. He stayed still for a few moments, only to wake up in excruciating pain. I winked at him, and he gave me a stare that was quickly burned into my brain... Then nothing. The traveling tradesman was now noting more than a decomposing corpse. I cut his ear off, as proof to my deed to the dark alliance. I yawned, grabbed some ail from his cabinets, and left his home without another care in the world.