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Night of the Assassin, part 1 Eight years beforeNight of the Assassin, part 1 by ~mattman289
Atop the great tower of the palace of Ethnigon, a small boy clambered out of a window and onto the ledge running around the building. He moved to the edge of the outer wall and clambered onto the gargoyle below him.
His father was in a drunken rage again tonight. The stone corridors and arched windows rang with echoes of his mad ravings. Little Evan, the king’s son, listened to the old ruler from the roof.
More and more these days, Evan found himself sitting on the same gargoyle that he could reach through an open window on the top floor, overlooking the entire east side of the city.
The full moon had only j
A Lunar Mystery, part 1 A Lunar MysteryA Lunar Mystery, part 1 by ~mattman289
In the hazy and indistinct time it took to shift from unconsciousness to waking, Hunter became aware that his cell phone must have been ringing for quite a while, as its sharp, incessant tones were already bored into his skull.
With much mumbling and bleariness he sat up to wipe the crust from his eyes and switch the lamp on so he could grab the thing and throttle it quiet. After a few seconds sleep was forgotten and he was sat with the phone to his ear.
“Mm, yeah?” he hastily spat out as he got up.
“Hey Hunter,” it was Tom. “I need…”
“Hang on Tom.”
“Hunt?”
Richard the Lionheart The crest hangs from their wall, dusty from the long centuries. The family keep it, for they know that the day the crest dies shall be a dark day indeed.Richard the Lionheart by ~mattman289
The Hensman Coat of Arms, but metal cast from the smith’s powerful fire, it stands as more than an object. A symbol it remains, to keep hope burning in the hearts of men.
The family keep close on this night, and pray their saviour will come soon. Pray, do they to hear the oft heard sound of a rider passing through lands unclaimed by any baron. Only one rider do they need, for they do sense the evil that drifts through the air and under their door.
They pray once more, to see th
