#6
by Mihindu
Here it is! |WARNING| It's kinda long.
Vorgath’s Story
I am Vorgath, Vorgath Henneth. Currently, I’m 24, adventuring around the land of Eberon. This, is my story.
As a child, I grew up in the small but wealthy town of Henneth. My father worked as a Royal Assassin and my mother worked at home. People came to her for magical assistance such as healing or enchanting items. My brother, 3 years younger than me, wanted to become a well redeemed Druid. Ever since the age of 5 my father trained me to become an Assassin. He would give me his daggers and we’d go out to the Oak tree to train on the dummies. When I was 9, my father left on al long mission. He told us it was a request from a Royal member. He normally didn’t accept long missions because of us but this time he didn’t have a choice.
While he was gone, my uncle came and visited us everyday. He continued my education. However, not in the ways of Assassins, but of Warriors. In my uncle’s youth, he worked as a Royal Knight for the Emperor of Eberon. As he ages, he retired, and came back to Henneth. So, for 1 year, he trained me continuously. When my father returned, his face was beaming with happiness. We greeted him and talked about his mission. We were all delighted to see him back, all in one piece. The next day our happiness grew even more so as Father received a promotion and enough gold to buy the entire town of Henneth, given to him by the King of Origma.
Our lives turned for the better, we rebuilt our home which was much bigger and had a huge garden. My favorite addition was the new training arena, lined with hundreds of weapons: daggers, bows, maces and swords. I loved to train. However, ever since father got promoted he didn’t have the time to train with me as an Assassin. This arena was much better than training on dummies or attacking my uncle.
Magically crafted illusions, created by a mage with a Level 10 illusion spell. The spell was so complex, that depending on what buttons I pressed, the illusion would have a different type of weapon, level, class and race. The arena had a life monitoring system that automatically destroys the illusions if I become unconscious or near to death. Also, if I leave the arena in a rush, it automatically heals me fully. This was extremely useful as the illusions were completely lifelike, able to think and to do multiple things such as run, bleed and change tactics during combat.Training with my uncle and living such a peaceful was extremely fun. For 5 years my uncle continued to train me. Towards the end of the 5 years my uncle’s health began to meteorite. A month later, uncle passes away. Filled with grief and anger I stormed to the arena and angrily trained until my consciousness drained from me. After some time, I remembered my uncle’s last words to me. “Remember, if I die, you must carry on training, Warrior or Assassin. You are very skilled. I know you are destined for greatness.” And, so, I continued to train. In both the ways of Assassins and Warriors.
I carried on, training by myself and my assassins skills slowly progressed again started to become on par with my Warrior skills. I progressed in this manner for 1 year and then my brother pleaded me to let him train with me. He was a very king boy, strongly compelled to join the Druid Guild. I didn’t have a strong relationship with him but I said yes because training alone was boring. I didn’t like to admit it but that’s what it had been. Boring. I used to not mind training alone every here and there, but with no one to help me I knew nothing about working in a group. So I also said yes because I would be able to work in a group and our relationship would be able to develop. So, Anarion, trained with me. Quickly, we both developed and learnt new skills and our relationship gripped tighter. Spells such as Frenzy and Protective stance I learnt. Though my magic would be limited as an Assassin and a Warrior, it still worked. However, I feel that happiness does not follow me for long, as a year later, shortly after my 17th birthday, disaster struck. I was alone, training in the arena. This is what I remember.
The illusion, whom I have name Elrond is swinging his sword frantically at me. Dodging his blows swiftly, I have now adapted to the techniques of Assassins. Unsheathing my poisoned dagger, I perfectly throw it towards Elrond. It pierces through his heart. I smile with joy as I make another tally mark on the wall.
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18 illusion kills in a row, I’ve broken my previous record. I hear a whooshing sound and I duck soon enough to glimpse the sword flying above my head and into the wall with my tally marks. Grabbing the sword, I wrench it out of the wall. As I’m tearing it from the the wall, it scratches the wall, almost as if another mark has been added. I smile gently. This whole process only takes 4 seconds, giving me time to swivel around and glance at my opponent. A simple an wearing plain grey robes. His mouth begins to move, so I rush forward. Before I can reach him, he finishes his incantation and I fly into the air and straight back down. I fall sideways and my left arm crunches. I scream in agonizing pain, and I’m sure my arm is broken. A faint memory replays in my head. I realize I’ve encountered this situation before. Anarion once performed the same move on another illusion. I roll to face upwards and wait whilst trying to rein in my pain. Then, I see the Grey mage looming over me. I swipe my legs at his, knocking him over. I ump up, but so does he. I kick him square in the jaw and he stumbles back. Grasping the opportunity, I unsheathe my other dagger from my boot and throw it at the mage. However, just before the tip of the dagger can pierce the mage, he whispers something, the dagger pauses for a second, flips and then the hilt smacks the mage on the head. He falls to the ground, knocked out. I walk towards the armory wall, press a button and I’m instantly wearing a full set of knight’s armor besides my left arm. As I walk back to the mage, I lay my sword on the mage’s chest. The tip of my sword is above where his heart is. A loud scream ripples through the arena. The mage’s eyes flicker open and he kicks me back and somehow disarms me. I fling my arm towards him and grasp his neck. I remember the words and cast a spell, Frenzy. Using my newfound rage and power I crush his neck and his neck crumbles within my grasp. I rush out of the arena. As I leave, I’m fully healed and I’m refitted with my normal gear. A shirt, trousers and a simple dagger hooked onto my belt. The scream continues to flow and I run towards the source of the noise. I walk into the room and see my mom tied to a chair. A bandit is in front of her, sword in arm. He glances towards me and laughs. Suddenly, I get knocked aside and a dagger pierces the Bandit in the heart. My dad rushes in and retrieves his enchanted green dagger. He unties mom and rushes towards me.
“We have to get out of the house, now!” he shouts.
I nod. As he leads mom downstairs, I spring to my room. I refit myself into Assassin gear with a longsword and a buckler strapped to my back. Two daggers are at my belt and one is in my hand. As I head downstairs, a huge explosion roars and shakes the house. I stumble downstairs and see a bandit take a dagger and slit my mother’s throat. I yell as anger hits me. However, before I can do anything a dagger flies in my direction, whilst slicing the bandit’s right cheek. I’m too stunned to move but the dagger speeds past me and I hear a thunk. I turn around and notice that the dagger has pinned another bandit to the wall. I stick my own dagger into the pinned bandit and twist it. I take out my father’s dagger and fling it towards the bandit that killed my mom. However, the dagger is much heavier than I expected and flies down and gets embedded into the bandit’s leg armor. He laughs and pulls it out. He doesn’t seem to care about me and he turns his attention to my father. I do the same.
I see my father in action as he jumps, ducks, rolls and sidesteps around the dagger, swords and spells that are flying towards him. As much as this skills is amazing, I see that his eyes are bunched together, his body a bit too rigid. He is angry. And he once told me that anger was on of an Assassin’s great enemies. I see it eluding his mind. He is oblivious to some sword’s winging at him. Pure luck has saved him from being killed. I see the bandit pull out a strange long weapon with a barrel extending from the curvy hilt of the weapon. I recognize it as a musket. A powerful long range weapon of destruction. As he takes aim and fire. I scream at my dad. But the anger does not let him see clearly and the bullet pushes through his chest. A bandit rushes towards me and swings his arm at me. I hear a laugh from the bandit, who killed both my parents. “Leave him, we are done here.” Then the man hits me and I fall, unconscious.
When I wake up, I am devastated. It’s early morning and I walk around and see my parents dead. Their bodies lying there, lifeless. I look around for my brother but I cannot see him. I sit down, thinking about how pointless my life will be now. I cry. Tears of grief stream down my face and I almost don’t notice he guards picking me up, whispering words of comfort. When I wake again, I find myself in the Governor’s house and I know what I do. I can find a purpose.
In my heart, I felt that I had to find those bandits and avenge my parents’ death. So, I left, scavenged all the gear I could find from what use to be my home. For 4 months, I tracked the bandits. Long months of searching. Then I found them. Specifically, I found him. I noticed that he was the leader, he carried an intricate dagger and much more expensive looking armor than the rest of the bandits. I looked at the scar my father put on his face.
Then the anger floods me.
The leader walks away from the other bandits. I unsling my bow. Not the greatest weapon for me but if I’m familiar with the weapon and if all the conditions are right, my target will hit home. I take aim and fire. But my anger clouds me. The arrow soars above his head and gets embedded into the tree behind him. He jumps back and looks at me. As he rushes towards me, I withdraw my longsword. He lunges at me with a dagger. I sidestep and the dagger sinks into the tree behind me. I smash the hilt of my sword into his elbow and I hear a crack. I then repeatedly smack him in the jaw with the hilt of my sword. A flash of green catches my eye. My father’s dagger. I drop my sword as memories of my father sweep through me.
“No Son! Keep your left foot behind your right”.
I Adjust.
“Good. Remember to keep your knees bent a little.” I nod and do as he says.
I switch back to the present moment as blood trickles down my face.
The leader swings another arm at me. I duck and kick him in the chest. Stumbling backwards, he trips over a tree root and falls. I take the opportunity to pull my father’s dagger free from the tree. The leader starts to get up. I twist around and lunge at him. The dagger pierces his chest, but misses his heart. He smiles.
Suddenly, his smile turns to a scared look as green light starts to radiate from the dagger. I left go and step back. The light has spread through his whole body and it seems to be leaking from his eyes and mouth. As he roars in pain, I hide behind a tree as all the bandits swarm around their leader. All of a sudden, the light rushes outwards in a quick outburst and explodes.
I see flashes of green and white light and there’s this strange ringing in my ears. I push against my ears but then feel a wet liquid on my palms.
Slowly, the ringing in my ears subside and I can see clearly. My palms are covered in blood. I think I can hear properly though because I can hear the wind running around the trees making the leaves rustle however I don’t hear any animals. I put it down to the explosion. As I look back down to the leader, I see that all the bandits are dead. Every one of them.
So my work was done. I had avenged my parents’ death. Yet, I was not happy. Somehow, within my heart, I felt that killing these bandits had resolved nothing. The huge hole they had torn in my soul was not filled. It was still there. And then, a sudden urge to just let go and move on filled me. I wasn’t sure about this but the more I pondered upon it the better it seemed. What else was there to do?
When I arrived back at Henneth, I was greeted as a hero. People cheering and screaming that I had done well to justify my parents’ deaths. I smiled and rode on, all the bandit’s loot behind me, in the carriage.
With the loot, I bought a decent house and set up my own business. Similar to my father’s but it was my own. I didn’t work for the King. I worked for the people. I did jobs for people: information gathering missions, spying on people and sometimes assassinating a person.
Slowly, I began to move on from my parents’ death. All was good. My life was happy and peaceful. I was having ideas of finding a girl and settling down with her somewhere.
One day, I hear news. I’m not sure of how I received the news, the memory is a little hazy. Anyhow, the news was that my brother had been found. Apparently, he had been able to survive in the forest with the skills he had mastered. I recieved coordinates as to his location. During the six years since the fire, I pushed myself hard, trained myself like no other. I was one of the best. But everybody has a flaw. Mine was my family. Receiving this news of my brother was exhilarating. I knew he could well still be alive. So I was overfilled with joy and excitement. Excitement to meet my young brother after 6 years. I packed my things. I took everything I could. The coordinates led me to an abandoned shack.
I get off my horse and retrieve my Dragon bone longsword and my enchanted crystal dagger from the carriage. With my longsword ready, I head inside the shack. The shack is fairly large. There’s a simple bed in the corner. There are book scattered all over the floor. ‘Healing’, ‘Druid Guild’ and ‘Tips for all Healers’ are some names I catch as I walk further on.
“Brother!” an unfamiliar voice calls out. I turn around. I see a man I cannot recognize. Yet, I let down my guard.
“Is that you Anarion?”.
He smiles and I see a white object fly towards me. I duck and hold up my longsword. My heart sinks. About 20 bandits are inside the room. Someone mutters something. And I fall unconscious.
When I wake up, I’m stripped of all my armor. Only my trousers and a shirt. I try to get up but the rope around my hands tighten. I also have wounds covering my arms and lash marks on my legs. 2 days later, I manage to break free of my bonds. I am weak and it takes some time before I can stand. But once, I went for 2 weeks without food. So I knew I could manage this. I leave the shack. My carriage is gone. I cry out in anger. Thousands of gold, gone. Special gear enchanted by the king’s personal mage, gone. Everything is gone.
When I got out of the forest, is was lucky to encounter one of my friends. He took me in. Gave me palace to stay, meals to eat and some money. I told him that I could go back to my house but he told me that the house had been stripped bare. I visited it with him and it was literally bare. Nothing. Just the walls. Ideas of vengeance kept popping into my mind but I realized that going out for this vengeance was not the right thing to do. My friend recommended me starting anew. The prospect was daunting: it meant another city, unfamiliar people and I’d have trouble with money.
I reflected on it for many days, and the more I did, the more it seemed like a better idea. Too many terrible things had happened in my hometown. So for 1 month, I worked for my friend, trying to repay my debt to him for taking care of me.
Later, whilst collecting information on different towns, I reviewed one called Hann. The king was newly crowned and their army was fairly large. The neighboring city was a rival but I was alright with a little conflict.
Hann had the facilities I required: a Blacksmith, Potion Masters, Guilds and a Market and Auction house.
It seemed like a good enough town and so I packed what little things I had: Basic cloth armor, a dagger, traveling cloak and a blessed gold ring. 30 gold coins was all I could muster for my journey. So, I made my goodbyes and took off, on foot, to the town of Hann. To start a new journey.
The end.
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