It was your average day in Nes'ek. The sand, was sandy, the wind was hot and dry like it usually is in the desert. When suddenly a knight of kelemvor was found dead in the tents of the order. This was no ordinary knight, he was a champion of the highest order, and his death was clearly murder. His neck was sliced, and his body and armor dented in with extream force. Whoever killed this man surely will find himself in hell one day.

*Mourngrym awoke in a tent in Ne'sek, not knowing where he was or how he got there. The last thing he remembered was being attacked by an assassin on his patrols. Red faced and obviously angry, he reads the not tacked onto his chest and frowns. After being raised he speaks with brother Ar'usk for a few moments, giving him instructions and sets about to find Mother Sharina, then the people he was told by the assassin was responsible for the attack*

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AllanaMolov said: "Dirk is like the grossest, worst version of Robin Hood ever and I love it"

*somewhere in Tarkuul, a lich laughs*

It beginnnnssss.

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"Come under the flag of truce, and brook no treason... for mineself is Death, and care not whom knows mine touch."
- Frey Asaid'De Majere

He sat at his desk, writing reports as always. Somehow it would seem that the male wrote more and more as he grew older, and not for his own pastimes. The door opened, and a female filled with glory walked in. It is time, we leave now for our arrangement.. Nodding to her in a polite manner he rose strapping on the various blades he would need should the arrangement go sour. Thus was their way of life, the life of those who lived for the moment.

The magicks in the air and the portal appeared after but a moment. Their destination set they one by one stepped in, he himself leaving last as always, to make sure they weren't followed. One thing that was interesting as he got older, his eyesight remained impeccable. They arrived to a bleak area, filled with sparse inhabitants.

The frivolities out of the way he blended into the back round, keeping an eye on those gathered. The shadow soon came to his side and offered his usual smarmy nod. We need to talk, and soon. Chuckling in return he replied with a whisper not heard by any but the two What about, we are alone for the moment so speak what you must say.. The other offered a quick nod. The first assassination has been done. Outside of the desert city, alone with no witnesses. The body was dumped in a tent somewhere in the city nearby. He handed him a piece of paper, giving the detail of the knight dead. As well a detailed picture of the holy symbol. Nodding in approval and at the same time handing over a pouch of gold he whispered once more, Thus the first blow has been landed. You have preformed well and we shall benefit from this, and so.....It Begins.

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It was your average day in the Amian Forest, the birds were chirping, the animals were doing their daily routines. A lone male follower of Kelemvor walked the roads out of Bendir Dale into the forest, and found a swift death. A note is attached to his body. Just like the knight in Nes'ek, this man's body was beat in with extream force, and his neck sliced.

Ar'usk woke up, stunned and coughing blood, still on the Amian Forest grounds. Feeling a terrible pain on his throath, he notices a note pinned on his chest. He grabs it and reads with certain difficulty, surrounded by the members of a small group of adventurers who helped him:

"This is only the begining, run and hide Enternal Order."

Frowning widely and holding firmly his holy symbol of Kelemvor, he says:

"Damn coward! He came from the shadows and stabbed me on the back! Seems quite clear who needs to hide here, and surely it's not the Eternal Order..."

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Killing myself to living!