Heroes & Legends: Genesis

Lonely Cabin in the Forest

Reven woke up looking a mess. He had gotten next to no sleep, having been worried if Collin would manage to find him hiding out in the inn.

He had stripped himself of his cuirass, having dressed in his street clothes, so as to attract less attention. He sat up on the edge of his bed as he put his boots on.

'As long as I stay hidden, I won't have to worry about Bloodstreaks, for now,' Reven thought to himself.

He then picked up an empty sack lying around uselessly in the room and stuffed his gear inside. He then departed, closing the door silently behind him, politely wishing not to cause a ruckus.

As he walked down the stairs of the inn, the chanting of drunkards singing songs of their days in the army and the smell of meads and ales only got louder and stronger. Reven hadn't particularly enjoyed alcohol at any stage in his life and now, thanks to Collin (who drank religiously), he began to hate it even more.

Making a beeline for the door, he was forced to walk past the notice board which, in most pubs, would be updated every morning.

As his boots thudded against the wooden floorboards, he couldn't help but notice a disturbing bounty hanging on the wall. It was a bounty for another Bloodstreak member. 'Collin Sinclair,' the sheet read. A raven within a circle was stamped at the bottom of the notice. It was the emblem of the Bloodstreaks.

"Another Bloodstreak assigned contract? No way!" Reven snapped as he snatched the notice from the board. "With Uldrich, I could've made sense of his traitorous nature but now Collin's branch is at it as well?"

With that, he stormed out of the inn and onto the streets. Collin would still be in the area, looking for him and he knew that very well. Today was a game of evasion to make it out of the city alive.

He did his best to stick to large crowds, moving in random groups for as long as possible. When the streets emptied themselves, he would then start manoeuvring in alleyways, keeping a sharp eye out for any danger that could appear in the form of a tall, blonde assassin wrapped in a crimson red cloak.

Reven paused as he nervously scratched the stubble on his chin, preparing to resume navigating through the streets as best as possible.

Reven carried on moving, once more, only seven minutes away from the stables.

The freedom would be ecstacy to him. Freedom was all he had ever wanted in life. The ability to come and go as he pleased, taking what he wanted whenever he felt so inclined and never needing to apologise to anyone for any reason whatsoever. However, Reven knew he was too polite for such mannerism and reduced these desires to smaller doses in order to retain some form of his true wish. He brushed shoulders with other men and woman who were secretly just like himself, praying for their unbound freedom.

He reached the city gates which had already been opened in preparation for its daily influx of travelling merchants and outsiders paying a visit to the city for a day or two.

Reven rushed through the large, oakwood gates and turned the corner towards the stables only to dive back immediately after, surprised by Collin's unexpected presence alongside the stablemaster himself.

Hiding behind a nearby column, Reven began wondering what in the name of Lumios was his reason for being there.

'They seem to be discussing something, it seems,' he thought to himself.

Reven poked his head out from behind his cover, hoping to peek at the dealings underway.

The two men spoke in low voices for a short while until Collin pulled one of the assassins' best scare tactics, one Reven knew very well.