Role

Chapter 6

It has been too many years since I picked up this dusty old book, I've
been far too busy with the satisfying tedium of perfection. These last
years I've spent in secretive corners of the world, shutting out the
deafening din of mankind to focus on my art. In this time my knuckles
have grown hard as a rock, and my kicks as quick as an arrow. I feel I'm
now truly ready to serve the village to the greatest of my abilities.

The time had come to put all of this training to use. Time and again I
slipped through the shadows until I found a poor hapless mage, completely
unaware of my presence. Time and again I watched their movements closely,
sometimes for days, awaiting my opportunity to strike them down. Time and
time again, just as I was about to strike, my quarry disappeared as they
used their damnable magiks to travel far out of my reach.

Then one day I came across Darvoderis, an Imperial scumbag, prancing
about Galadon unaware. I spent nearly a day tracking his movements. He
spent quite a bit of time in his guild, which had me fearing he was
resting inside, not to come out again, but I stayed vigilant. I stood on
the balls of my feet, crouched around the corner he'd be sure to turn if
he were to leave. Then it happened, I saw him coming around the corner.

Quickly I stepped in front of Darvoderis, seeing the surprise on his
face. With a swift, fluid upswing I sliced his abdomen open. Collapsing
with shock and horror, he watched as his entrails spilled onto the
ground. Gripping my sword with both hands, I drove it through the poor
bastards back as he fell. As he gasped his final breath, I extracted my
sword.

At last, I could truly call myself an assassin.