The ships rolled into Varis-Kahn, bringing in goods from other cities. The dockworkers marveled at one of the ships, Pearl Essence. Little did they know a band of notorious rogues was hidden beneath the decks of the grand ship. The rogues snuck off the ship silently as possible and stepped onto the dock. The shipment was still being unloaded, and the party took the chance to get into the city unnoticed.
The giant walls guarding the city loomed over the group, the five assassins had to bend their necks back to see the top of it. The group set off toward Citadel Varis, a large overlooking tower near the waterfront. Ravaerur, the leader of the party, quickened his pace when he saw the spire on top of the citadel. His followers ran after him, and when they finally reached the Citadel, two guards stood outside the entrance.
Ravaerur approached one and smiled. The he withdrew a long slender red blade and slid it into the guard’s armor plate. The guard looked down, and crumpled to the ground. Before the other guard knew what had happened, another rogue finished him. Ravaerur pushed open the wide doors easily, and walked in gracefully. Inside, more than fifteen soldiers turned to look at Ravaerur. One ran upstairs and the others grabbed swords and helmets.
“Kill” said Ravaerur, and the other four assassins ran in to achieve just that. Blade met blade, and after a short while, the fifteen soldiers lay dead where they stood. Ravaerur ran upstairs and there stood the king of Varis-Kahn. Ravaerur walked into the room and sat down in a chair. “Ravaerur, how did you get in here? Guards!” The king yelled. “Your wasting your time.” Ravaerur said emotionless. “What have you done? You can’t just betray your king like this.”. “I believe I just did.” Ravaerur said.
Ravaerur stood up and stretched. He walked over to the aging king and placed his hand on his shoulder. Your time has come old man. Before the king had time to react Ravaerur was already retracting the dagger from his chest. Ravaerur walked out of the room wiping the blade clean. One guard tried to stop him, but Ravaerur pushed him out of the way.
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Damarar walked into the port city of Varis-Kahn. He entered a tavern to score a drink. He entered the tavern to see the keeper with his head down on the bar. Damarar walked over to the man. “The place is deserted.” Damarar said. “Well I reckon it would be after what happened.” The man said. “What happened?” Damarar said. “Ravaerur has returned and has slain the king.” The man said. “Again?, I thought I put a stop to him in Valewind?” Damarar stated. “He keeps returning no matter what, if you want to find him he arrived on the ship Pearl essence.” The man said. “I’ll put and end to this once and for all.” Damarar said while departing the tavern.
Damarar saw a crowd of people surrounding the men carrying the king’s body away. He shoved through the crowd to one of the guards. “Damarar, you have returned.” The guard said. “Wish I would have returned sooner.” Damarar said whilst walking away from the guard. He arrived at the docks to see that the ship Pearl essence was no longer docked. He went to the harbormaster asking for a crew and ship. The harbormaster stated that Damarar could not receive them for over a month. He threw a large bag of coins onto the table. The harbormaster’s eyes widened and he grabbed the bag.
After bribing the harbormaster, Damarar walked to his ship, Atlantis. The name if the ship didn’t fit the condition. He inspected the ship and knew that this would be enough to get him close enough to Ravaerur. Upon walking aboard the ship a humungous man stood in front of him. “Master, I am Kourg, I am here to serve you.” The man said. “Be on your way, I have no need for servants.” Damarar told the man. The crew prepared to depart from the safety of Varis-Kahn and out to the open sea.