Ty stared into the bottom of his tankard. A few drops of ale lay there. That waitress better keep the ale flowing, or she'll wake up next morning to find my boys had set the tavern alight, he thought. As if on command, the terrified bar-maiden poured more of the pungent liquid into his tankard and scuttled off. Being the leader of a bandit clan has got its perks, thought Ty as he took another swig.
A strange person slowly walked up to him. His face was shrouded in shadow by the hood on the ragged cloak that he was wearing.
"I understand that your are Ty of the Venom Blades?" spoke the shadowy individual with a voice as smooth as silk.
"What's it to you?" Ty replied gruffly.
"More than you think, my friend. I understand that you somewhat specialize in swordplay, correct?"
"Yeah?"
"Well to be frank, I need you to end the lives of two certain individuals."
"And who might they be?"
The cloaked man reached out from the folds of the cloak and placed two pictures on the table, drawn in a dark ink. One picture was of a young boy with brown hair, blue eyes and was dressed in a blue coat. The other drawing was of a girl with black hair tied up in a lopsided ponytail, indigo eyes and wore a black cardigan tied round the waist with a leather belt. Ty studied these two for a few moments. He turned back to the stranger.
"Where will they be?" he asked.
"They shall be at the ruins of Swiften, to the south" answered the cloaked person.
"What's in it for me?"
The man laughed. "You're a smart one. It's all in here." He dropped a small pouch on the table.
"Twenty gold coins. Ten for each kill" he said.
Ty stared in disbelief. " Twenty GOLD coins?!" But when he looked up the man had vanished into the gloom of the tavern. Better be on my way, he thought, strapping on his steel shoulder pads and his armored leg plates. He placed his twin blades in the scabbards on his back. He stopped and thought for a moment. He could just run off with the money. He dismissed this thought quickly. He was always taught to be somewhat honorable, and besides, he hadn't killed anyone in ages. Finally he strapped the pouch of gold to his belt and set off for Swiften.
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In the Blade's Hilt |A tale from Triterra|
FantasyAll is well in the Tridom. Wars have stopped, the people are happy and money is flowing freely. It seems that everything is going to be fine. Except it's not. Unbeknownst to the denizens of the Tridom, an ancient evil is returning. An evil with d...
