By Bow and Creed
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Last published Mon, Jul 4, 2016
In a medieval-like fantasy world where kings can never get enough power, villagers are going hungry and are poorer than ever, magic is sparse, and a growing numbers of ruthless bandits and blood-thirsty creatures are plaguing the lands, it is hard to find much peace and security. That is were the group, the Shadowblades, see their purpose in Greninmoore. As an ancient guild of highly trained assassins, the Shadowblades travel the lands and wipe out all the bandit forts they can. Their group came a long way from back in the day wen they used to just take any request of who to assassinate and would do the job as long as there was a fair pay. But now they have long since retired from those way and make money instead from the kings of whichever region they eliminate bandits from. To the regions in the east, the Shadowblades remain nothing but a rumour. Others, who have heard of the guild, believe they still haven't changed their ways and accuse them of being responsible for many mysterious deaths.
Sixteen year old Talia sure knows her opinions. According to her, to be a Shadowblade is one of the most honourable things you can be. After her birth-parents were murdered by a gang of rogue bandits, Sven and Rose Rockforge, the leaders of the Shadowblades, took her in and raised her as their own. Talia is happy and would wish for no other life. Only... she wishes she could have some answers on who her real parents were. But now, by coincidence, she might finally have the chance.
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