Adventure in Quelia
Male Human Assassin
When I was a kid, I used to love hearing the dinner bell ring because it meant mother had finished cooking dinner. My favorite meal was roast beef and potatoes and a few sips of father’s wine. I can still smell the beef and taste the wine if I think hard enough, though it’s been a while since I had a meal like that; I’ve been roaming the country side for at least 5 years now. I remember going to sleep in the big oak tree one night, I was the only one who could climb it and it was my get away spot, anyways; I woke up in the middle of night. There was screaming, I saw a fire coming from the kitchen; I was about to jump down from the tree when the doors to my parents balcony swung open. My father fell backwards out onto the balcony and I could see someone was there with him. I didn’t know what was going on until the man shot my father in the chest. I tried to scream but nothing came out, I could only watch as my father bled onto the balcony of his own home.
I sat there, in that tree until I saw the man leave my home; he was flanked by other men, rough looking men, like bandits and thugs. I waited till they all left then I jumped down from the tree, and I ran inside. In the lobby I found our butler sprawled across the floor in a pool of his own blood. My mother was in the family room strangled in her favorite chair. My father was the worst of all, bruised, and cuts everywhere, a hole where the arrow had pierced his chest. I felt like throwing up, the world was spinning, I had to leave. So I ran…
I ran the whole night, hoping I would collapse from exhaustion and wake up in my bed the next morning. No such luck, I made it to the city and I collapsed in an alley and fell into a restless sleep, tormented by screams. I survived by stealing food, pick pocketing gold from anyone I could slip by. I got in trouble with the city guard a lot. One day, I was feeling particularly hungry when I saw a man in a long coat buying food, he pulled out a large purse full of coins; I knew I needed that purse. I followed him without him noticing me through the busy market streets, he was very hard to keep up with – almost as if he knew he was being followed. He turned into an alleyway and I peeked in from around the corner: empty. I took a few cautious steps in, when the man grabbed me from behind and threw me into some boxes.
“Who are you?” he demanded,
“Please don’t hurt me, I’m just really hungry.” I pleaded. He looked me over and decided I wasn’t a threat, he took me back to his room at the local inn. He gave me food, and asked about my story; I told him everything. After I recounted everything to him he sat back and pondered for a moment.
“Do you want to find out who killed your parents and why?” he finally asked,
“Absolutely.” I replied, without hesitation; and with that he taught me everything I know. I learned to hide in crowds, blend in the mass of people, move with them; use them as not only a safe place but also a weapon. I learned the art of assassination. I learned to use everything around me to accomplish my goals. My climbing experience helped me master the art of free-running; an invaluable skill when trying to escape – and to kill.
I’m 24 now, roaming the world to find the man who killed my family; and I won’t rest until they are avenged.