Darkthorn’s Blog

Blackmain was at home tending his cattle when he saw the five riders passing into the woods. He focused his eyes on them, noticing that one of them was carrying a girl much too young to be his wife, but old enough to be his daughter. He thought nothing of it until he went into the village to pick up some tan from the village blacksmith. The blacksmith himself was arguing with two of the men he had seen earlier. Blackmain selected a jar from the shelf and left a coin in its place, it wasn’t his job to interfere with other customers. He was tending to Starless’s harness when it hit him: those wealthy men from the city were going to murder that young girl. Even though it wasn’t his business, something told him that he should save this girl’s life. Blackmain ran into the house and began to collect things for the ride, aware of the urgency of the situation. His cloak was barely visible in the gloom, it was of elvish design, made to blend in. It had a short drawstring around the neck with an amulet on it. His friends had never actually told him what it meant or what it was good for. He had a feeling that it would come to him in time. The black crossbow was small, with only a range of about 100 metres before it became too weak to penetrate armor. He was an assassin, not a common army soldier so it was able to hold two small darts for ease of firing. The dagger was of simple design, with a gold handle and a silvery blade that gleamed in the moonlight. His belt of throwing knives was next, five iron pieces with small thin handles. The sword had a black blade, with rubies and jade on its hilt. It was a special gift from his friends – if any magic was near blackmain the gems would glow to warn him, red for blood magic, green for healing. The strength depended on how far away the magic user was and the strength of the power. With all this on, Blackmain picked up his black steel breastplate and shield that was lying on a chair. He let out on shrill whistle and the black stallion came galloping, stopping just in front of him.

“Good boy, now let go find these men who kill women for fun. We’ll teach them how to fight like real men.”