The mountains are harsh and jagged, their peaks reaching up into a cold, frostbitten sky. The air holds an unforgiveable chill, and the landscape appears barren but for one figure.
The figure of a woman, in an outfit of blue with brown leather trim that was clearly intended for warmer weather, sits in the hollow of the mountainside, her back pressed against jagged rocks. A thin brown leather belt at her waist holds two longswords. Next to her are a small brown pack and a finely crafted elven bow, along with a quiver of arrows. In one soft brown leather boot a dagger rests, the handle protruding from the top. The woman herself has a long, lean frame, and her hair is dark red and pulled back into a single braid. Her eyes are deepest, darkest green, and they appear part of the mountains themselves for their harshness. Her face is perfectly blank, almost as though she fears someone watching might realize she is human.
Her cold, dark eyes survey the horizon in all directions, and though her skin is almost blue-white with the cold, she doesn't seem to shiver or even notice the cold at all.
"Kamik, where are you?" she muses very softly, her lips barely parting to release the words, "When will you come?"
She sighs softly, her eyes still showing no trace of humanity
"It was a mistake for me to ever come to this town, this island."
For she had found only one thing worth keeping, and though she thought the one thing worth all the pain and memories, she feared she was drawing it away from the place it belonged.
"Kamik, don't let me take you from your home," her voice is very soft now, words riding on the clouds of frost leaving her lips with every breath. She rests one hand habitually on the hilt of a sword, and then she is still and quiet, only her eyes moving to watch the horizon.
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It took him more than five minutes to realize the person he was staring at was, in fact, himself, reflected on the blade of his axe.
- Hmmm...
Kamik rubbed the sleep out of his eyes slowly with his good right hand, the one he remembered to still be made of flesh and bones. "Where am I?", he thought to himself as he stared down at the weapon on his lap again. The upper blade was surprisingly clean, almost a mirror. The deep blue eyes of the half elf followed down the hilt of the axe to the other side. The other blade of the double axe was a red blurry.
"The attack comes from the unexpected side, Kamik", said a voice in his mind. He knew who that was - his invisible teacher. His own councience and memory. He forced himself to learn. His known moviments slowly becoming himself, his stincts. He knew that. However, right now, there were two more important things he didn't know yet. The first, where he was. The second, who was the owner of that blood?
And suddenly, a flash of images and his eyes widened. He saw himself, his ragged heavy leather cloak, his mute dagger, his axe and... Alfred Corvane.
- Bastard - the words came out of his mouth automatically with the recognition of the situation. Corvane fooled him into "scaring" Liles and didn't pay what he said he would. Instead, Corvane tried to force Kamik into accepting his protection from the Guard and the Grey Rose, something Kamik would never accept. All he needed was the copper. 400 copper and he would have the necessary for his wedding. That was all he wanted. All.
The blood in his axe was surely Alfred's, from his left knee. Kamik didn't have the chance to clean the weapon yet. The events after hand were a run. He couldn't stay in Troll's Bane. Not after a Guard - Corvane - said he was a wanted man. But still, he had to reach his depot and pack his belongings. So, in the shadows he wated. That was enough. The sign he needed to leave. He knew somewhere in those mountains there was someone waiting for him. A someone that couldn't be left waiting more.
"I am leaving", Kamik said to Culandria the day before that.
But now he was there. And he just had woke, even though he didn't remember to have stopped to sleep. He must have passed out exhausted. "I will spend three days sleeping with her...", he thought. "I will..."
He sighed and stood, raising the double axe with his Silver Hand and spinning it around, setting it to his back with a -click-. Then, he picked his leather bag with the last of his belongings he still treasured. He threw the bag over a well protected shoulder - the left one, covered by a brown cape, hidding his entire left arm - and moved on, into the mountains.
- I know where I am - he said to himself, in an unsuccessfull try to warm his lips, almost trying to convince him of something.
Kamik continued to climb and stumble up to the peak, wondering if one day he would get used to that weather.
"My new home is cold..."
- Hmmm...
Kamik rubbed the sleep out of his eyes slowly with his good right hand, the one he remembered to still be made of flesh and bones. "Where am I?", he thought to himself as he stared down at the weapon on his lap again. The upper blade was surprisingly clean, almost a mirror. The deep blue eyes of the half elf followed down the hilt of the axe to the other side. The other blade of the double axe was a red blurry.
"The attack comes from the unexpected side, Kamik", said a voice in his mind. He knew who that was - his invisible teacher. His own councience and memory. He forced himself to learn. His known moviments slowly becoming himself, his stincts. He knew that. However, right now, there were two more important things he didn't know yet. The first, where he was. The second, who was the owner of that blood?
And suddenly, a flash of images and his eyes widened. He saw himself, his ragged heavy leather cloak, his mute dagger, his axe and... Alfred Corvane.
- Bastard - the words came out of his mouth automatically with the recognition of the situation. Corvane fooled him into "scaring" Liles and didn't pay what he said he would. Instead, Corvane tried to force Kamik into accepting his protection from the Guard and the Grey Rose, something Kamik would never accept. All he needed was the copper. 400 copper and he would have the necessary for his wedding. That was all he wanted. All.
The blood in his axe was surely Alfred's, from his left knee. Kamik didn't have the chance to clean the weapon yet. The events after hand were a run. He couldn't stay in Troll's Bane. Not after a Guard - Corvane - said he was a wanted man. But still, he had to reach his depot and pack his belongings. So, in the shadows he wated. That was enough. The sign he needed to leave. He knew somewhere in those mountains there was someone waiting for him. A someone that couldn't be left waiting more.
"I am leaving", Kamik said to Culandria the day before that.
But now he was there. And he just had woke, even though he didn't remember to have stopped to sleep. He must have passed out exhausted. "I will spend three days sleeping with her...", he thought. "I will..."
He sighed and stood, raising the double axe with his Silver Hand and spinning it around, setting it to his back with a -click-. Then, he picked his leather bag with the last of his belongings he still treasured. He threw the bag over a well protected shoulder - the left one, covered by a brown cape, hidding his entire left arm - and moved on, into the mountains.
- I know where I am - he said to himself, in an unsuccessfull try to warm his lips, almost trying to convince him of something.
Kamik continued to climb and stumble up to the peak, wondering if one day he would get used to that weather.
"My new home is cold..."
The hooded creature keeps inside the shadows, following Kamik. He wondered what he was doing up in the mountains anyways. His black cloak follows the cold wind as he climbs, not feeling the cold, as the lizard he is and will allways be. He notices Kamik stopping for a quick break. He hisses and draws a bow allready with an arrow inside it. He fits a letter to the arrow and shoots. It fits beside Kamik, perfectly where he wanted. He smiles and uses his lizardous agility to get down the mountain into the shadows again..
"Do good, Kamik Windslasher."
It seems the voice comes from the mountain itself...
"Do good, Kamik Windslasher."
It seems the voice comes from the mountain itself...
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He was tired and his eyes were willing to close. However, after the first steps, Kamik's small pointy ears perked up suddenly as he heard something coming his way.
"Alert!", he thought to himself, forcing his eyes to open. Then, abruptly, at the same time, he lowered his body and raised his left Silver Hand. A flash and a metalic sound, and something striked on the magical hand and got struck to the mountain wall behind him. An arrow.
- What the...?
Kamik was sure of one thing. Whoever "sent" him that arrow, didn't want to hit the target. He noticed a piece of paper fixed to it. Narrowing his eyes and suspecting the purpose of that, Kamik removed the letter without taking the arrow from the earth, and opened the parchment in front of his eyes.
"Let's see..."
"Alert!", he thought to himself, forcing his eyes to open. Then, abruptly, at the same time, he lowered his body and raised his left Silver Hand. A flash and a metalic sound, and something striked on the magical hand and got struck to the mountain wall behind him. An arrow.
- What the...?
Kamik was sure of one thing. Whoever "sent" him that arrow, didn't want to hit the target. He noticed a piece of paper fixed to it. Narrowing his eyes and suspecting the purpose of that, Kamik removed the letter without taking the arrow from the earth, and opened the parchment in front of his eyes.
"Let's see..."
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Kamik smashed the piece of paper between the metalic fingers of his Silver Hand, only now the pain of the cold weather striking the moviments of the magical artifact fixed to his wrist. He dropped the paper and held the hand, wraping it around the cape once again.
- Damn it...
He stared at all the way he made to get up there and he was almost at the peak. But the meaning of that letter... even though he didn't trust the one who sent it, Kamik had to think of that new offer. That single offer could mean his wedding.
Frowning slightly and rolling his eyes, Kamik started to make his way down, back to the place he had just left...
- Damn it...
He stared at all the way he made to get up there and he was almost at the peak. But the meaning of that letter... even though he didn't trust the one who sent it, Kamik had to think of that new offer. That single offer could mean his wedding.
Frowning slightly and rolling his eyes, Kamik started to make his way down, back to the place he had just left...
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Devrah watched the horizon for one day more, seeming to blend into the mountain for nonmovement. At last when dawn struck once more, she was standing so quickly the eye could not detect the movement if it was not trained directly on her.
"Something's wrong," she said to herself in a low voice, "Something just feels wrong. Why isn't he here by now?"
She gathered her bow and quiver and bag from the rocky hillside and strapped all three to her back in a hurry, and she began to climb the very mountain against which she had sat for two days. Her movement over the terrain was swift, familiar. She seemed to know every crevice of the mountainside as she lifted her lithe frame up and along it. At last, she reached the top and stood up, shivering and faltering a little as an icy blast of wind hit her. Gritting her teeth and ignoring it, she lifted her hand to sheild her eyes and looked out across the distance.
There.
Something moving.
Perhaps it was only the light or her imagination, but Devrah thought she could see a tiny patch of blue far to the west...
She began to climb again.
"Something's wrong," she said to herself in a low voice, "Something just feels wrong. Why isn't he here by now?"
She gathered her bow and quiver and bag from the rocky hillside and strapped all three to her back in a hurry, and she began to climb the very mountain against which she had sat for two days. Her movement over the terrain was swift, familiar. She seemed to know every crevice of the mountainside as she lifted her lithe frame up and along it. At last, she reached the top and stood up, shivering and faltering a little as an icy blast of wind hit her. Gritting her teeth and ignoring it, she lifted her hand to sheild her eyes and looked out across the distance.
There.
Something moving.
Perhaps it was only the light or her imagination, but Devrah thought she could see a tiny patch of blue far to the west...
She began to climb again.
Gil'Dran haves a "conversation" With Kamik, gives him his target along with two sacks of coins then walks out of the shop. He start walking west, then north past the corner when Kamik yells.
"I have one more question."
"How does my target look like?"
Gil'Dran explains that he do not know, then takes another step and turns around.
"I will send you a letter when it's done, Gil'Dran"
Suddently the lizards start to speak, with a happy expression on his face..
"You don't have to. I will be unreachable after this..."
He gives off a small smile then waves with his left hand and dissapears in a slight mist.
You can hear a whisper in the wind.. "Farewell, Kamik, son of Dominic. I hope I will see you in the afterlife...."
Gil'Dran dissapears, never to be seen again...
"I have one more question."
"How does my target look like?"
Gil'Dran explains that he do not know, then takes another step and turns around.
"I will send you a letter when it's done, Gil'Dran"
Suddently the lizards start to speak, with a happy expression on his face..
"You don't have to. I will be unreachable after this..."
He gives off a small smile then waves with his left hand and dissapears in a slight mist.
You can hear a whisper in the wind.. "Farewell, Kamik, son of Dominic. I hope I will see you in the afterlife...."
Gil'Dran dissapears, never to be seen again...
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Two contracts. Not one, but two. Kamik knew that arrow on the mountain meant something.
"Gil'Dran... Meniellant... What are you up to?", Kamik thought as he untied two sacks of copper coins from his belt and placed them carefully inside his depot. "What are you using me to...?"
He sighed.
Some hours back, before he finally got down the mountain again and back to Troll's Bane, he had already noticed he was being followed. Not by an expected kind of stalker. It was a bird. Kamik decided to remove his hood, for the bird seemed to be following the blue color of his hair.
He stopped a few steps from the East Gate of the town and looked skyward. The bird was flying up there, in circles, around him - like a crow waiting for a creature to die and turn into his lunch.
Then, suddenly, the bird began to fly in another direction. The Sun was making Kamik narrow his eyes while watching the small figure disappear between the clouds, when he noticed something else. It was falling slowly, as if dancing in the air. The bird had droped something.
It was a letter.
Kamik's deep blue eyes, still showing all his tireness, followed the piece of paper until it landed. He picked it up and read the content. It wasn't signed, but the handwritting was exactly the same as the two he received previsouly. It was certainly Meniellant's handwritting.
On the few lines of the letter, Kamik read a brief instruction and... a name - a target.
"So this is the one I have to hunt..."
And later, Gil'Dran. The same kind of contract, the same kind of payment. The difference was the offer. Gil'Dran offered 500 coins to Kamik, from which 472 he paid before hand. Kamik swallowed holding the sacks in his hands, then, without a second thought, tied the sacks to his belt. "My wedding..."
So, there were two names, two contracts, but the same mission for both. Kamik wondered if Gil'Dran was right to offer to help him out of that life - a dark road, as Gil'Dran called it.
"The life of an assassin...", Gil'Dran wrote on a piece of paper, sicne the lizard was unable to speak.
Was he an assassin? Kamik didn't know if he was or not, but he could tell he didn't want to be. Was he an assassin?
Mercenary.
They were two different words. They had to be...
Kamik sighed again as he stared at the white mountains on the horizon and tried to imagine where she was, how she was and what she was doing. And being unable to answer these questions, Kamik could only try to not think of them and wish Devrah was well and still waiting for him.
Oddly, the situation he was in made him remember of his father: the stories he heard about the beginning of Dominik's career as an adventurer. Dominik started as a low thief and became a famous adventurer. Kamik wanted to know what he would become.
But...
But that didn't matter now. His wedding would happen.
"My wedding will happen...", he thought, closing his eyes, "...due to the blood of others..."
"Gil'Dran... Meniellant... What are you up to?", Kamik thought as he untied two sacks of copper coins from his belt and placed them carefully inside his depot. "What are you using me to...?"
He sighed.
Some hours back, before he finally got down the mountain again and back to Troll's Bane, he had already noticed he was being followed. Not by an expected kind of stalker. It was a bird. Kamik decided to remove his hood, for the bird seemed to be following the blue color of his hair.
He stopped a few steps from the East Gate of the town and looked skyward. The bird was flying up there, in circles, around him - like a crow waiting for a creature to die and turn into his lunch.
Then, suddenly, the bird began to fly in another direction. The Sun was making Kamik narrow his eyes while watching the small figure disappear between the clouds, when he noticed something else. It was falling slowly, as if dancing in the air. The bird had droped something.
It was a letter.
Kamik's deep blue eyes, still showing all his tireness, followed the piece of paper until it landed. He picked it up and read the content. It wasn't signed, but the handwritting was exactly the same as the two he received previsouly. It was certainly Meniellant's handwritting.
On the few lines of the letter, Kamik read a brief instruction and... a name - a target.
"So this is the one I have to hunt..."
And later, Gil'Dran. The same kind of contract, the same kind of payment. The difference was the offer. Gil'Dran offered 500 coins to Kamik, from which 472 he paid before hand. Kamik swallowed holding the sacks in his hands, then, without a second thought, tied the sacks to his belt. "My wedding..."
So, there were two names, two contracts, but the same mission for both. Kamik wondered if Gil'Dran was right to offer to help him out of that life - a dark road, as Gil'Dran called it.
"The life of an assassin...", Gil'Dran wrote on a piece of paper, sicne the lizard was unable to speak.
Was he an assassin? Kamik didn't know if he was or not, but he could tell he didn't want to be. Was he an assassin?
Mercenary.
They were two different words. They had to be...
Kamik sighed again as he stared at the white mountains on the horizon and tried to imagine where she was, how she was and what she was doing. And being unable to answer these questions, Kamik could only try to not think of them and wish Devrah was well and still waiting for him.
Oddly, the situation he was in made him remember of his father: the stories he heard about the beginning of Dominik's career as an adventurer. Dominik started as a low thief and became a famous adventurer. Kamik wanted to know what he would become.
But...
But that didn't matter now. His wedding would happen.
"My wedding will happen...", he thought, closing his eyes, "...due to the blood of others..."