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The room shuddered as the being spoke to Korm. Pieces of debris fell from the shock. The voice threatened to split his head. "DESTROY THE ONE KNOWN AS SLEEPY, A DWARF WHO'S SLEPT HIS LAST NIGHT."
"... ye. ye. yes Master.."
The puddle on the ground showed where Korm had groveled, and the trail showed his passage out.
I, Korm, knew what Master wanted. Master want Korm to kill someone. It was routine. Good ole' Master always like to yell, but Korm ok with that. Stood there, listened to what he had to say. Decided that indeed this dumb dwarf Sleepy needed to die. So I says, "Ok chief, you got it."
That night, the one known as Kormregort sneaked to the land of dreams, the land of Faerie Tales. He moved like the wind... hurricane force. In his wake he left trails of bodies. Anyone traveling the roads or camped near em met their fate at his hands. Elves valiantly tried to defend the edge of their land against him, but failed. He was not to be stopped.
I, Korm, was a creature of shadow. Of darkness. Nothing saw me as I moved. I left no trail. I was an assassin. Trained to move and leave no trace of myself. I could travel a thousand miles, and none would know of my passage. I was a machine.
For 23 years I had traveled the Granite Highway. I had traded my wares back and forth between Midgaard and the Dwarven Kingdom. It was a good life. I made a lot of money. Had 5 wagons in my business. My family and 12 other good folk traveled with me. That was, until last night. Last night was the last time I shall travel the Granite Highway.
We had made camp like normal. Had a nice supper. Some song, some dance a story from one of the guards who had a gift of gab. Then, we had gone to bed. A perfectly normal night.
All of us awoke to the screaming. We ran from our wagons only to see this giant figure standing in the center of the camp. He held poor Uriah by his leg while he did evil things with his dagger to Uriah. When Uriah screamed for mercy, this creature said, "Kormregort does not show mercy to the weak."
Some of the boys tried to rescue Uriah, tried to kill this beast. He killed them as he would a fly. Only those of us that ran, lived. By the mercy of Mota I hope someone brings this 'Kormregort' to justice.
I, Korm, stood at the Faerie Tales. I was silence. None knew I was here. None knew of my passage. I was unknown. A shadow. Now I would begin the easiest part of my job. The kill. Many say that they know the best, 'silent', kill. Posion. Magic. Backstab. But known are as good as I at the 'silent' kill. One moment the person is alive and healthy. Faster than a crickets hiccup, they are dead. Just like that. I began making my way stealthily towards where I knew that creature Sleepy was.
"Hey, Dopey, *yawn* you hear something?' says Sleepy.
"I, uh, totally don't hear anything, dude, and stuff." says Dopey.
"Aaaah-Aaaaah-Choo, *sniff* I thin I hear somethin." says Sneezy.
"I DON'T hear NOTHIN, Damnit. QUIET, so I can HEAR!" says Grumpy.
"... I... um..." says Bashful.
"SPIT IT OUT BOY!" says Grumpy.
"... hear... some...something... too." says Bashful.
"Oh, look, someone is coming." says Doc.
"Whoa, what a stud. Check out those pecks and that butt." says Happy.
I, Korm, stood looking down upon my prey. He had no idea Death was about to descend upon him like the Fires of Hell! Now, for the perfect, 'silent', kill.
"OH MY GOD!
*slash* *chop* *chew*
"Stop him, he's killing Sleepy!"
"Give him a hit, it'll calm him!"
"Plea... please... stop... quit... pl... please!"
*hack* *slice* *rip*
"In my medical opinion, that leg cannot be reattached."
"WELL, this is ALL your fault Happy."
"Why?"
*cleave* *smash* *chomp*
"It JUST IS."
"Shouldn't, Aaaah-aaaah-choooo, we stop him?"
"How? Complement his ass again?"
*gouge* *ravage* *gnaw*
"Hmm, I think head removal does count as death. Not sure."
"GREAT! Now there is ONE less person to do the WORK!"
"He... He's... gone."
"Dude, we should like, tell someone, something, eventually."
"Well, Aaaaah-aaaaah-chooooo, at least we got his name."
"THANK YOU, Mr. EARS! He was ONLY screaming it the WHOLE time."
"Per... perhaps... it was... an... alias."
"I think we're safe listing the cause of death as Kormregort myself."
"Bummer dude, but alright."
"I NEVER liked that BASTARD Sleepy Anyway."
"Yeah, dude, he was way lazy, and stuff."
I, Korm, had done my job. The one known as Sleepy was dead. None knew that I had been the instrument of his fate. None knew of my passage. I was a machine. A perfect assassin. An arrow pointed at the heart of my Master's enemies. Released, and death came to them instantly. It is only too bad that the world does not know my name, so they could tremble at its mention. But, alas, anonymity is the way of the assassin.
"... ye. ye. yes Master.."
The puddle on the ground showed where Korm had groveled, and the trail showed his passage out.
I, Korm, knew what Master wanted. Master want Korm to kill someone. It was routine. Good ole' Master always like to yell, but Korm ok with that. Stood there, listened to what he had to say. Decided that indeed this dumb dwarf Sleepy needed to die. So I says, "Ok chief, you got it."
That night, the one known as Kormregort sneaked to the land of dreams, the land of Faerie Tales. He moved like the wind... hurricane force. In his wake he left trails of bodies. Anyone traveling the roads or camped near em met their fate at his hands. Elves valiantly tried to defend the edge of their land against him, but failed. He was not to be stopped.
I, Korm, was a creature of shadow. Of darkness. Nothing saw me as I moved. I left no trail. I was an assassin. Trained to move and leave no trace of myself. I could travel a thousand miles, and none would know of my passage. I was a machine.
For 23 years I had traveled the Granite Highway. I had traded my wares back and forth between Midgaard and the Dwarven Kingdom. It was a good life. I made a lot of money. Had 5 wagons in my business. My family and 12 other good folk traveled with me. That was, until last night. Last night was the last time I shall travel the Granite Highway.
We had made camp like normal. Had a nice supper. Some song, some dance a story from one of the guards who had a gift of gab. Then, we had gone to bed. A perfectly normal night.
All of us awoke to the screaming. We ran from our wagons only to see this giant figure standing in the center of the camp. He held poor Uriah by his leg while he did evil things with his dagger to Uriah. When Uriah screamed for mercy, this creature said, "Kormregort does not show mercy to the weak."
Some of the boys tried to rescue Uriah, tried to kill this beast. He killed them as he would a fly. Only those of us that ran, lived. By the mercy of Mota I hope someone brings this 'Kormregort' to justice.
I, Korm, stood at the Faerie Tales. I was silence. None knew I was here. None knew of my passage. I was unknown. A shadow. Now I would begin the easiest part of my job. The kill. Many say that they know the best, 'silent', kill. Posion. Magic. Backstab. But known are as good as I at the 'silent' kill. One moment the person is alive and healthy. Faster than a crickets hiccup, they are dead. Just like that. I began making my way stealthily towards where I knew that creature Sleepy was.
"Hey, Dopey, *yawn* you hear something?' says Sleepy.
"I, uh, totally don't hear anything, dude, and stuff." says Dopey.
"Aaaah-Aaaaah-Choo, *sniff* I thin I hear somethin." says Sneezy.
"I DON'T hear NOTHIN, Damnit. QUIET, so I can HEAR!" says Grumpy.
"... I... um..." says Bashful.
"SPIT IT OUT BOY!" says Grumpy.
"... hear... some...something... too." says Bashful.
"Oh, look, someone is coming." says Doc.
"Whoa, what a stud. Check out those pecks and that butt." says Happy.
I, Korm, stood looking down upon my prey. He had no idea Death was about to descend upon him like the Fires of Hell! Now, for the perfect, 'silent', kill.
"OH MY GOD!
*slash* *chop* *chew*
"Stop him, he's killing Sleepy!"
"Give him a hit, it'll calm him!"
"Plea... please... stop... quit... pl... please!"
*hack* *slice* *rip*
"In my medical opinion, that leg cannot be reattached."
"WELL, this is ALL your fault Happy."
"Why?"
*cleave* *smash* *chomp*
"It JUST IS."
"Shouldn't, Aaaah-aaaah-choooo, we stop him?"
"How? Complement his ass again?"
*gouge* *ravage* *gnaw*
"Hmm, I think head removal does count as death. Not sure."
"GREAT! Now there is ONE less person to do the WORK!"
"He... He's... gone."
"Dude, we should like, tell someone, something, eventually."
"Well, Aaaaah-aaaaah-chooooo, at least we got his name."
"THANK YOU, Mr. EARS! He was ONLY screaming it the WHOLE time."
"Per... perhaps... it was... an... alias."
"I think we're safe listing the cause of death as Kormregort myself."
"Bummer dude, but alright."
"I NEVER liked that BASTARD Sleepy Anyway."
"Yeah, dude, he was way lazy, and stuff."
I, Korm, had done my job. The one known as Sleepy was dead. None knew that I had been the instrument of his fate. None knew of my passage. I was a machine. A perfect assassin. An arrow pointed at the heart of my Master's enemies. Released, and death came to them instantly. It is only too bad that the world does not know my name, so they could tremble at its mention. But, alas, anonymity is the way of the assassin.