I looked down the stairs at a dark and damp basement. I could hear screams from down there. Behind me lay the bodies of the guards who had tried to stop me. All had had their throats slit for trying to kill me.
I started down the stairs. The screams got louder as I went down. I reached the bottom and looked around. Strapped to what looked like a stretching torture machine was a teenage girl in adventurer’s clothes.
The man standing by the machine cranked a lever and the girl’s arms and legs were stretched further away from her body.
“OOOWWW!” yelled the girl. “Stop PLEASE!!!”
“I think not my dear,” said the man as he cranked it a little further. Resulting in another scream. “I enjoy seeing those beneath me suffer before their end comes.”
I began making my way across the room. Using the torture devices for cover and being as quiet as I could be. Which, with the girl’s screams covering the sound of my footsteps, were almost inaudible.
The man’s back was to me and I managed to get right behind him he was so focused on the girl.
I sprung my hidden blade and tapped his left shoulder with my right hand. He spun around, startled, and in that instant, I shoved the point of my hidden blade into his eye. He writhed for a moment on the blade then jumped backwards. Blood and a dark viscous liquid pouring out of his wound.
“How the hell did you get past my guards?” He asked as he clamped his left hand over his eye. “There were twelve stationed throughout the way into this part of the building!”
I drew my sword, casually flicking the gore from my hidden blade. “They weren’t that hard to deal with.”
“then I’ll deal with you myself!” He yelled, drawing his sword from his waist and charging at me, swinging the sword in a deadly arc. I parried and countered his strike, sending him stumbling backwards.
For a moment he was open, I had a chance to end it. And I did. I stepped in close, swinging my sword overhand towards his head. He parried with his blade, stopping mine mere inches from his face. And leaving his chest open.
I pushed my still extended hidden blade through his tunic and into his heart. His sword fell from suddenly numb fingers.
“How?” he managed to say as he fell to the ground. He twitched then become still.
I knelt next to him and closed his eyes. “Requiscat in pace,” I whispered. He may have been evil, but he was still a human and deserved some respect in death.
I stood up and using my hidden blade cut the girl free from the straps holding her to the device.
“Thank you,” she whispered weakly as she sat up and rubbed her wrists where the straps had dug into them.
“Drink this,” I said as I handed her a healing potion.
The girl drank it and immediately seemed better.
“Who are you?” She asked.
“My username is Inji,” I said. “You?”
“Michelia,” she said. “I don’t use my username. I’m a gunblade class. You’re an assassin, right? You used a hidden blade and killed him with two blows.”
“Bloodspiller Assassin,” I confirmed as I turned back to the body and looted it. About two thousand gold, twice as much silver, and a lot of weapons. I frowned at one of them as I went through them. I tapped the icon for it and a revolver with a sword extending forwards under the barrel and a different than usual handle appeared in my hands.
“I’m guessing this is yours,” I said as I handed it to Michelia.
“Yes, it is,” said Michelia. “The bugger took it from me when his men ambushed me in the woods near here.”
“You’re a lone adventurer then?” I asked.
“No, the rest of my party was killed by him,” she said. “I’m the only one still alive.”
“I’m looking to start my own party,” I said. “You interested?”
“I don’t see why not,” said Michelia. “There’s one knight here who might also be good. He was working under duress.”
“I may have already run into him,” I said. “He kinda got me to actually kill the guy.”
“He was kind to me while I was imprisoned,” said Michelia. “He’s probably the only one of this guy’s men with a conscience.”
I nodded. “But he still had a sense of duty because he fought me till he lost. When he lost was probably when he realized I could solve his problems.”
“Well, you did,” said Michelia flatly. “He was probably the best fighter under Herkna, second only to Herkna. And Herkna was a level eight.”
“Well then,” I said as I swiped my menu open and sent Michelia a friend request. “I hereby announce the start of The Whispering Blades Guild!”
“Yahoo,” said Michelia in a bored tone of voice. “I am so excited.”
“Let’s get out of here,” I said. “Just be careful there might be more guards.
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