For a thousand years, peace reigned on the pastoral lands of Urak. Then
forces of darkness, led by the evil sorcerer Balkoth, unleashed a nightmare
of war and terrorism that destroyed the people and laid waste to the land.
Now the cities are defenseless. The people are starving. The Great Temples
of the land, once the centers of beauty and learning lie crumbling, overrun
by worshippers of Balkoth. The people pray for a leader who can defeat
Balkoth and end the nightmare.
"I heard you were the best, of the best." Balkoth sneered. The dark elf's features stood out in the lamplight. Horns protruded from the top of his head in a diablo-like fashion, curling behind his head. Rough and matted hair, much resembling tarantulas, creeped down into the shadows of his cloak and disappeared. His nose seemed to be flat, as if it was smashed against a rock at an early age. His eyes were the most terrifying. Slanted, and holding an eerie glow, like a dragon, the eyes seemed to be capable of putting a hex on anyone. But not this creature. The Amazon woman brushed off Balkoth's sneer without a second thought.
"Thank you for the compliment sir, but I have other appointments, and I need to know what or who you want taken care of." Balkoth smiled, bearing his pointed teeth. " Right to the point, I like that." He stared deep into the assassin's eyes, searching for any weaknesses she might have. Satisfied at not finding any, he approached a cupboard and continued. "Well, I need you to eliminate someone for me, a thorn in my side if you will. If you succeed in eliminating him, the reward shall be yours." He opened the cupboard's doors and a blinding light surged into the tent.
The woman, who goes by the name of Katula, smiled at the sight of the golden artifacts. She could easily trade this on the Black Market for better equipment. She took her eyes away from the treasure and faced Balkoth with the utmost seriousness. "Just name the one and he's done for."
The woman was of her early twenties, with enchantingly green eyes, and dark brown hair. Her clothes were made of dragon scales, and light leather. Balkoth examined her clothing when she arrived, and spotted dirt and blood stains all over her thighs and arms. He heard of this assassin's accomplishment from his right-hand man, who said she was the lovely woman who had destroyed the Elven nation up north, and has never failed at an assignment. Unfourtunently, his right hand man was charged as a spy and was sacrificed last full moon. However, the information had intrigued the dark elf, and so he decided to meet this young assassin.
"Very well," Balkoth closed the doors and locked it with a skeleton key. He slid the key in his pocket and turned to give her assignment. "He's a hafling named Beow. He seems to have started a rebellion against me. Pitiful as it may seem," he clenched his fists. "The little wretch has done some major damage." Katula nodded, as she comprehended Balkoth's story. "I can't have people like that messing with my affairs."
Balkoth collected some maps from a near by table and laid it out in front of Katula. "He has appeared in these locations," Balkoth pointed to the coordinates on the map with his claw. "It appears he has a liking for the forests." Katula scanned the map, then looked up at Balkoth. "Consider it done, I'll return with his head on a silver platter." Katula picked up her spear from the side of her chair, and slung it onto her back. Balkoth watched her go to leave and said, "Do not fail me." The assassin turned and bowed, "On my honor as an assassin, Beow will bother you no longer." With that, she turned, and left.
As the flaps to his battle tent closed, Balkoth cackled, his skull earrings jiggling madly. "Good, Good. All is going according to plan..."
"I heard you were the best, of the best." Balkoth sneered. The dark elf's features stood out in the lamplight. Horns protruded from the top of his head in a diablo-like fashion, curling behind his head. Rough and matted hair, much resembling tarantulas, creeped down into the shadows of his cloak and disappeared. His nose seemed to be flat, as if it was smashed against a rock at an early age. His eyes were the most terrifying. Slanted, and holding an eerie glow, like a dragon, the eyes seemed to be capable of putting a hex on anyone. But not this creature. The Amazon woman brushed off Balkoth's sneer without a second thought.
"Thank you for the compliment sir, but I have other appointments, and I need to know what or who you want taken care of." Balkoth smiled, bearing his pointed teeth. " Right to the point, I like that." He stared deep into the assassin's eyes, searching for any weaknesses she might have. Satisfied at not finding any, he approached a cupboard and continued. "Well, I need you to eliminate someone for me, a thorn in my side if you will. If you succeed in eliminating him, the reward shall be yours." He opened the cupboard's doors and a blinding light surged into the tent.
The woman, who goes by the name of Katula, smiled at the sight of the golden artifacts. She could easily trade this on the Black Market for better equipment. She took her eyes away from the treasure and faced Balkoth with the utmost seriousness. "Just name the one and he's done for."
The woman was of her early twenties, with enchantingly green eyes, and dark brown hair. Her clothes were made of dragon scales, and light leather. Balkoth examined her clothing when she arrived, and spotted dirt and blood stains all over her thighs and arms. He heard of this assassin's accomplishment from his right-hand man, who said she was the lovely woman who had destroyed the Elven nation up north, and has never failed at an assignment. Unfourtunently, his right hand man was charged as a spy and was sacrificed last full moon. However, the information had intrigued the dark elf, and so he decided to meet this young assassin.
"Very well," Balkoth closed the doors and locked it with a skeleton key. He slid the key in his pocket and turned to give her assignment. "He's a hafling named Beow. He seems to have started a rebellion against me. Pitiful as it may seem," he clenched his fists. "The little wretch has done some major damage." Katula nodded, as she comprehended Balkoth's story. "I can't have people like that messing with my affairs."
Balkoth collected some maps from a near by table and laid it out in front of Katula. "He has appeared in these locations," Balkoth pointed to the coordinates on the map with his claw. "It appears he has a liking for the forests." Katula scanned the map, then looked up at Balkoth. "Consider it done, I'll return with his head on a silver platter." Katula picked up her spear from the side of her chair, and slung it onto her back. Balkoth watched her go to leave and said, "Do not fail me." The assassin turned and bowed, "On my honor as an assassin, Beow will bother you no longer." With that, she turned, and left.
As the flaps to his battle tent closed, Balkoth cackled, his skull earrings jiggling madly. "Good, Good. All is going according to plan..."