Right then, its disclaimer time!
Disclaimer: I don't own Warcraft or the World of Warcraft or anything connected to Blizzard. Any names similar to names from other books , or games or even other people real or fanfiction names purely coincidental.
Now that that's done, read and enjoy!
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The smoke drifted across the room, slowing down the senses with its intoxicating scent. In the centre of the smoke sat a fairly tall human. His very posture seemed coiled and ready to move at any moment should the need arise, and it probably would, for assassins tended to make a lot of enemies. And Kalim Farsight was one of the best assassins alive. He himself wasn't smoking but he was taking advantage of the fact that the smoke was Filking, one of the most mind-numbing drugs available, favoured weapon of the rich and bored against everyday life.
Kalim was only anywhere near the stuff because he had a prospective employer on the way and it always helped, if during pay negotiations, the employer was a little stoned. They tended to add a few extra zeroes onto the dotted line. It only helped matters that he himself wore a ring that purged any drugs or toxins from his body instantaneously.
A slight change in the movement of the smoke alerted him to the fact that the door had been opened and he was not surprised when a man sat down opposite him. He was however surprised at the man in question.
Lord Abston, second noble of Stormwind was not a man who hired assassins. Armies, yes. Assassins, no. Kalim firmly believed that this was because Abston thought that if men should die, they should do it in large numbers.
"You are Kalim Farsight, Assassin and Thief extraordinaire?" Asked Lord Abston, drawing Kalim out of his reverie.
"Yes" Kalim didn't believe in small talk, it just seemed to put extra time between him and payday.
"Then I have a proposition for you that involves...hmmmm, let's say...20,000 gold pieces shall we?"
Kalim nodded and Abston continued to speak.
"Well then ill brief you, shall I? I need you to go over to your namesake, Kalimdor and there aid some associates of mine..."
Kalim blanked out around there. He was getting paid a sizeable fee, he knew generally where he was going and he knew generally what he had to do. Details could wait. He tuned back in just in time to hear something fairly interesting to his continued survival.
"...Unfortunately I cant send you to Circle without knowing how good you really are, so a quick test is in order". He clapped his hands. The door sprang open. Lots of heavily armed thugs stormed in.
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Kalim kicked over the table to give himself time to think. He was outnumbered about 12-to-one and he only had a table between him and the club-wielding gorillas. He shrugged, he'd been in worse situations than this and he was still alive and in control of his own body. "Surely you aren't referring to me?" came the voice unbidden. Kalim gritted his teeth, this was not the time to let that Thing take control.
A man stepped round the table blade raised to kill. Kalim punched him in the kidneys and drew his twin swords. By the time the man had recovered enough to even begin to respond Kalim had neatly beheaded and disembowelled him.. Kalim used the time to check on what was happening over the table. Lord Abston had of course disappeared and the bruisers seemed to be confused at what they were meant to be doing. Kalim smiled as he realised he was dealing with average street toughs. In that case, maybe he could relax a little. Kalim grinned as he faded into the shadows.
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This was not a good day for Jorgden. He had been hired by Lord Abston to kill a common thief who had dared to steal from him. This had seemed easy enough and Abston paid well so Jorgden had accepted eagerly. However when he had arrived, he had heard disturbing rumours from his "Associates". Apparently they had actually been hired to kill a notorious assassin.
This didn't sit very well with Jorgden. Assassins ranked just below Mages on his list of "Who not to piss off" and if he survived tonight he was definitely going to revise that list. Sure Mages could turn you into an amphibian but that didn't compare to the terror of being stalked by someone you couldn't see. Which incidentally was what was happening now.
Peter collapsed next to him and Jorgden couldn't resist turning his head to see what had happened. He wished he hadn't, Peters head had been neatly cut in two which showed a lot more grey matter than Jorgden wanted to see. He was in the business of retching when he heard the voice.
"Hellooooo there, My you look a bit poorly but not to worry. I think I can cure that with a large dose of staying alive. If you want this wonder-medicine I advise you run for the door NOW!"
Jorgden sprinted for the door, he was already considering lots of new, SAFE careers such as paper-making or tailoring...
Kalim grinned as he saw the man leap out of the door. That only left one...
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Kalim turned to face the last man, who seemed to be spinning round in circles trying to catch a glimpse of him. Kalim wondered whether to kill or spare this one. Probably better to spare, he'd already killed enough to get his point across and he wasn't getting paid to kill these idiots after all.
"NO! My turn now!" came the voice.
Instantly, Kalim felt the pressure in his skull. Normally he could dismiss the crushing sensation almost immediately but surrounded by the blood and the gore and the stenches and the smells, it was just so much easier to give in. Plus it would shut IT up for a while.
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Tommi turned twisted almost continually, trying to see his assailant. As he turned he saw a pair of glowing blue eyes approaching him. The assassin had un-stealthed and was approaching him at a slow and confident pace. Tommi tensed, this would be his only chance to win.
When Kalim was near enough, Tommi leapt forward with a roar bringing his heavy two-handed mace down. He was quite surprised when it not only didn't connect but he suddenly found himself standing about an inch from the assassin. Before he could react he felt a burning pain in his stomach. Against his will he looked down and saw Kalims fist, outlined in a blue glow embedded deep within his stomach.
" Tu ana thir makin tulech!" Cried the assassin. And like a stream the lifeblood of Tommi flowed into his fist and was absorbed into his flesh. The last thing Tommi saw was the glowing, Cold, oh so cold eyes.
Kalim reasserted himself the moment It had had its fun.
"Stop Referring to me as It. You know what I am fleshling. I am the Immortal Lich Kaim'il!"
"Shut Up!"
"Well done young sir! I had to admit, I believed that your reputation far outceded your skills but I am happy to admit I was wrong!"
Kalim turned to that evil Bastard who had ambushed him as a test.
"Now that this unpleasantness is out of the way, you can be on your way to Silithus in Kalimdor to aid the Circle. Upon your completion of the mission they set you, you can return and claim your money."
Kalim was fighting an urge to throttle the bastard or better yet let Kaim'ilhave some fun with him. And then he had a thought.
"Fair enough, My lord but ill need twice that and a few extra weeks to get to Silithus."
"May I enquire as to the reason?"
"I need to pick up an old friend." Kalim said a wicked smile crossing his features briefly.
" Who is he! This old friend I mean?"
Kalim smile widened.
"Who said anything about a He?"
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