Hello dear listeners. Come to hear my tale? Fair enough. Take a seat and make yourself comfy. i suppose the best place to tell it from is the beginning. and so it shall be. Now if you are all settled i shall begin.

  I wasn't always like this. No my dear little ones i was once like you. Frail, limited, Mortal. I was born in the village of Ketteris, south of the nations capital, Almoris. I was the son of a simple carpenter and midwife. They were well off in the village and well respected. I remember having alot of friends as a boy. Both boys and girls, we weren't bothered by gender roles at all. Though i do remember my best friend Mikarl, he was a friend you find rarely. Any secret was safe with him and he remained at your side till the day one of you died, and unfortunately for me it was he that died first. However i digress for that comes later.

For years i was quite content to live in our little village and run around playing games with my friends especially based on the Fero-ta-Kilreanan, the Kings Guard. The tales of whom were legendary. It was rumoured that even women had joined there ranks but it had never been confirmed or denied. Mine was a happy childhood until the fateful day...

It was not long after the Emporer had died and his heir ascended to the throne. He was a blood thirsty tyrant. He ruled with an iron fist saying that his father had been to weak to control the nation. Which of course was a Lie, we had prospered under him. Anyway the new emporer raised taxes like never before and my father immediatly suffered, as did my mother. Most people never had enough money to pay for their services and so ended up paying in kind with what they could spare.

One day i was with my father in the tavern where he was talking to some of his friends. They were workers in the capital and were complaining about the rise in taxes and the loss of trade it had caused them. No-one seemed to mind them but when my father voiced his opinion the whole room went quiet. Unsure what to do my father quickly took my hand and left. On the way home two men from the tavern grabbed him and took him own an alley. The light from a lantern made the shadows of their actions all too sharp and i remember screaming. From that day i vowed revenge.

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Author Guidance for This Story

this is the Assassins tale, so long as you stick roughly to the guide of him growing up, being turned and his eventual role as Coven Assassin gaining revenge then it should be pretty ok. Ill be posting from time to time to add some new stuff but till then, happy writing

updated Nov 24, 2008 by Avian_writer