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| Ulnar Shinoshi |
| No weapons, no armor, he must be harmless. |
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It was a cold dark night in selador when I chose my path. I was lying in my bed shivering so badly I could not sleep. I was staring into the hall outside my room through a small gap in the shaby door which seperated me and my brother from the rest of the house. I never heard foot steps or the creak of a board in the tired old floor, but right before my eyes, there they were. Clad all in black, no glint of steel, only 3 shadows in the darkness. It was finished before I new it began, I heard the quick crunch, I was paralyzed with fear. And then I saw it, a stream of blood running down the sloped floor of our hovel. I just stared in horror for what felt like hours, eventualy I mustered the courage to see what had happened I walked into the other room and found no trace of the killers aside from my father stabbed through the heart, silver blade still protruding, Glistenning with his blood in the moonlight. My mother lay naked beside him, her body cut and mutilated with the mark of the serpent and covered with runes of a strange tounge written with the small droplettes of blood from the incisions, a silver blade through her neck into the bed so she was alive while they did this to her but could not speak or move, just await death's cold hand. I took the blades and swore that one day I would find the person that had done this. But I never have. I've trained for 7 years every day with the only weapons I have, The knives that killed my parents. It's time for the hunt to begin. |
Alignment: CG |
| Race: Human |
| Place of Origin: Geas |
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Contributor: Evan Menz |
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