As he stands in front of the council of elders ready to take the black, the final step needed to become an assassin for the Nex Umbra, his mind wanders back to what lead him to this point. He remembers the day as though it were yesterday he was thirteen years old playing out in the fields away from his house when he saw them. Those men dressed like devils on horses the color of night. The leader’s helm the most intricate of them all the horns protruding the longest of them all. Even the face plate of the helm was carved into a grotesque likeness of deformity. Everything about them was designed to inflict fear. From where he was he was the first to see them. Such fear did these strangers inflict on him that he hid himself up a tree, a fact that made him loath himself for many years. As he hid in the safety of the trees by the field he watches them ride into the town. Though he covered his ears he can still hear the sounds of battle raging followed by the terrified shrieks of the women as unspeakable things were done to them. As he listened he was filled with hatred, for both those black riders and for himself for being unable to act. Finally freed from the grip of the spell of fear he heads down to the village hoping to find someone anyone left alive. Instead all he finds is death and ruination the mangled bodies of the women testament to the violations they suffered. It was not until he came across the body of his sister that he truly realized the only path left open to him. He’d heard legends of them before the assassins guild of unrivaled strength. He would find them and he would join them. Dedicate his life to death and hope to come across some hint of those things in the line of work. For months he travels and then on the eve of his 14th year he comes across the stronghold. He bangs on the door repeatedly until someone arrives. He doesn’t ask them to he demands that he be trained in the ways of death. One look into this young boys eyes and the door man see’s the hatred within. Though they almost never take one this old he is brought before the elders for judgment.
That was 10 years ago. Now he kneels before them his body changed now finely honed yet scared evidence of the hard struggle he underwent. He swears the black oath forsaking his old life once and for all pledging himself to the way of death and to the defense of the guild. “arise Zane” bids the head of the order “take you’re first mission brother”
“thank you master.” he says rising and accepting the scroll. “it will be done”
“one more thing the final gift for a new brother take the black blade” says the head elder holding out this time the jet black sword used only by those deemed truly worthy.
“you honor me master.” he says receiving the blade “for the good of the order I ride”
“and may you return swiftly” responds the master as he leaves.
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