The Sight: Assassin – Chapter 1

Einar pulled the porcelain mask off his face. “Can we switch to scarves? This is rubbing against my acne.” He scratched at his left cheek. “I turned 15 last week anyway. I’m not required to use the mask now.” He stood around five foot three inches and was very thin with a look of dexterity about him. He quickly put the mask back on his face when he saw the stern look in Hildr’s eyes.

Standing three inches taller than Einar, Hildr sighed deeply. She, too, was thin and dexterous. “Next mission. The mask must be stained with the blood of your first solo kill. Remember?”

“Fine, fine. Who’s the mark?” Einar grabbed for the scroll nestled beside the knives and Hildr’s waist.

Hildr slapped his hand away. “Woah, no. Hands off. You know the protocol.”

“Right. Wait until we’re in the city proper.” Einar hung his head. “I’m just eager to see what they assigned me…and hope they have an item I can trace backward. Needs to be relatively fresh, though.”

A smile crept across Hildr’s eyes. “Yes, I know your gift. We’ve worked together for a couple years now. I wonder, though. Will I keep you as a partner or put in for another apprentice?”

Einar swung down from the door in the side of the assassins’ guild tower and down onto a rooftop. “Let’s go. You know you’re the luckiest mentor to get someone with my gift on the second go.”

“Doesn’t mean you need to be snarky about it.” Hildr muttered under her breath before following Einar onto the city rooftops. “Let’s find an alley that’s clear and break the seal on this scroll. Looks like it came from the top, by the way.”

With a smile hidden behind the porcelain mask Einar started running along the rooftop. If it were daylight out he would never risk such a move. The assassins’ guild was not officially recognized, and as such the guards had carte blanche as to whether they should be shot on sight, taken in, or ignored all together. Rentaz had a difficult bureaucracy to navigate, what with it hosting The Council of Zentar in the district known as The Cave. That would be an interesting place to try to find a mark. The busiest area of the city aside from the market, and better watched, too. Einar pulled himself out of his thoughts as he approached a clear alley. He dropped down and waited for Hildr to follow him down. She wasn’t far behind.

“Did you do all the checks?” Hildr looked around the alley then stopped herself. “Oh, right. The Sight.”

Einar nodded. “Let’s see it, then.” He held his hand out for the scroll. He was now tracing paths backwards from the scroll, trying to decipher if there was an item on it that could lead to hints of his mark, but without a specific item in mind the web grew too quickly.

“Catch.” Hildr tossed the scroll toward a mud puddle, but Einar was there almost before it left her hand, snatching it out of the air. “You’re getting better at reading people…whichever way you’ve ended up doing it.”

“Thanks.” Einar broke the seal of Taithleach, The Sneak, from the scroll and unfurled it. “Is this actually from The Sneak, or did someone attain the rank of guild master again? I didn’t hear anything, but last time it took months for the information to trickle down.”

“Nope, no new guild master. Either someone was told they could use her seal for this, or she sealed it herself. Either way it’s from her.”

Quickly skimming the scroll Einar confirmed that it was either written or dictated by The Sneak, because Taithleach had signed the scroll and stamped it. There was a talisman attached to the scroll with sealing wax. He traced the feel of the item in his hand backwards through the many people who had held it recently into The Cave and around the neck of a man who lived there. He opened his eyes and read the scroll again, this time looking for the details for the hunt.

Apprentice Einar,

Please trace this amulet back to your mark. He is a minor noble in The Cave, though I suspect you traced the amulet back before you read this. His name is Lester Estran. He is a human male and is 32 years of age. You will most likely find him best killed in his chambers, but that may prove difficult to enter. Since you have The Sight you will have better knowledge of his movements than I. Kill him quietly. His death is not to be public. You can stash his body away if there’s someplace convenient and steal his money. This is meant to look like a robbery or mugging gone wrong. I have already alerted the thieves’ guild not to do an investigation into the matter. They do have strict rules about killing on the job, after all.

Signed,

Taithleach, The Sneak

“Well, I’m off to The Cave. Are you supposed to go with me? That detail was vague.” Einar shrugged at Hildr.

“The Cave? I have the option to go with, watch from a distance, or leave you alone.” Hildr hopped in excitement. “This one? I’m going with, of course.”

Einar nodded then tensed. “Let’s go, someone’s coming.”

The two of them scurried back up to the rooftops just as a guard rounded the corner. “Hmm…must have been rats and not voices. Let’s keep going.” She turned around and left the alley.

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The Sight: Assassin – Intro

Ophir was born to a poor human family in Lakestown in southern Zentar. When he was dropped off at the local temple of The Kindness he spent the first five years of his life in service to, and under the protection of, the local high priest. It was at this time that his gift first started to surface…or it was the time that the priest finally understood what he was talking about. He never really knew which it was. At this time, he was carted off to a nearby town to go to serve in a temple of The Pathfinder. He never made it to that temple.

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Waking swiftly, Ophir found himself in a small room with a bed, a chamber pot, a desk, and a three-legged stool. He thought back to what happened on the cart. The last thing he remembered was seeing someone’s presence behind him with his gift but turning he saw nobody with his eyes. He slowly stood up from the bed and took stock of the desk.

A quill, a filled inkwell, dying sand, and a blank piece of parchment sat on the desk. Disinterested, Ophir looked with the sense that was not his eyes to see who had been to this place recently. He sensed the presence of the person who had been invisible here. He thought maybe they were carrying him, it was hardest for him to sense himself, but they could just as easily have been dragging him. The woman, the sense had become clearer, the woman had talked with someone outside the door then left. The man was still standing outside the door.

He must be keeping watch, Ophir thought to himself, I guess I should let him know I’m awake?

“Hello? Is anyone there?” The last thing the priest of The Kindness had told Ophir was to hide his gift from strangers. They would try to use him to find people, some for good, but those people would be rare in this world.

The man outside the door moved toward it and paused. Ophir heard the key slide into the lock and then the door opened.

“Yes, runt? Do you need something?” The man was dressed in all black and had a pair of daggers at his sides. The man was lean, and Ophir knew there was no way he would be able to outrun him.

“Where am I?”

The man laughed. “Oh, you were the forcefully recruited child. This is the assassin’s guild. Welcome to the temple of The Sneak.”

Ophir’s stomach dropped. This was exactly what the priest had warned him about. People who would use his talents to kill people.

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