Dark Chronicles Episode 4

Dark Chronicles

An Episodic Journey in the Shadows of a Fantastic World

 First, this is NOT a children's story! While I don't think excessive cursing will be used by any of the main characters this is an evolving story and my writing process is very different. Also this story was inspired by: The Witcher, Assassin’s Creed, Final Fantasy, Doctor Strange, Lord of the Rings, Sword Art Online, Dragon Age, Japanese Fantasy and lore, and a bunch of different stealth games. I hope these characters become as much a part of you as they have of me. My hope is that this becomes an ever evolving story and world that will strike your curiosity and a desire to know more about the mysterious places and people that I will share with you. Feel free to ask me questions about the world and characters as this will help spark my own creative juices and shape the story of our sly protagonist. As always suggestions are welcomed and I would love the participation of my readers. Enjoy and happy hunting!

Episode 4: A Long Night

We walked side by side down narrow streets towards the secret den I had heard so much about. Since I had arrived in this city I had been trying to make a meeting with the Zuma boss here. Even Mordin with his reputation had been forced to stake a lot on my behalf arranging this appointment. It was forbidden to conduct my business within the city by the Zuma and the Black Blade until I had been given permission by the Zuma boss. That was how the society remained the pinnacle of the criminal underworld assets for other organizations. The society kept secrets for anyone who would pay, and the society would follow other’s rules in return for the services of members like myself. So far I was taking jobs from outside the city through Mordin and Axii but I was tired of killing bandits for other bandits. Tonight's contract was by far the most interesting and profitable venture I had taken since I had arrived several months ago. As we walked down the dark alleys of the congested city I recounted, in detail, tonight's hunt and subsequent incident with my new adversary. As I told Mordin, his expression changed from frustration to puzzled. When I had finished he stopped and turned to me. “I taught you better than that.” He said in a low voice chastising me, “That man should have been as easy to hunt as a deer or fox for you, as skilled as you are boy!”

“I know” I said, I was disappointed in myself too; tonight’s target was just a simple burglar, a skilled one by normal standards. However the standards of the society were extremely high, and Mordin’s were higher still. “Well it's done now” he lowered his further and sounded slightly worried, “but this attacker of yours...” he still looked puzzled as if trying to rationalize how someone could have survived open combat with me. Mordin had always been proud of my skills because they were a product of his training, he had turned my raw talent and previous conditioning into a masterpiece that even he respected. I had never been disrespectful or stupid enough to challenge him, but he had made it clear that the only fault in my abilities now was my youth. “This attacker has to be your priority from now on, someone that skilled is true threat to you and the society” he said sternly. When he said this and didn't resume leading me to our meeting I knew exactly why. “How many?” I asked as I slid my hand into my cloak to grab my mask. “Oh you don't already know?” Mordin asked sarcastically, he had his hand firmly on his cane. “Eight.” I said with a smirk “try to keep up” “Are you sure don't want me to handle this for you, you've had a lot of trouble tonight” he joked, patronizing me. “First to four wins than.” I challenged him locking eyes on the hiding place of a mercenary hiding in the shadows behind Mordin. “No tricks this time you cheater” Mordin said as he calmly readied himself. “Oh I would never use tricks” I jested, Mordin was perhaps the most skilled assassin in the world--but he detested the use of weapons for killing. He had taught me that if I couldn't kill with my hands than I shouldn't kill for a living.

I had never shared this view and with Mordin’s permission had found a mentor within the society to teach me how to perfect my skills with weapons. Since then I had applied myself towards mastering all types of weapons, but I still liked using my hands. Just as a single black cloud covered the moon I place my mask onto my face and Mordin lifted his cane and dropped it on the ground. As the hard wood cane made a thud on the road we attacked. As I found my the first attacker and snapped his neck I could hear a similar noise from above us and as the cloud dissolved allowing the moon’s rays to shine again I saw my old mentor quickly dispatching two mercenaries at once. I used the buildings of the narrow corridor to reach the ledge where an archer was firing down into the ambush. Within seconds I had pushed him off the roof and rode the man's body until I saw another target. I leaped and landed a kick to the mercenary’s head, it smashed into the wall, three down one more left to go. As I searched for the next target I noticed something odd... silence. Mordin was dusting off his coat with a smile on his face, blood leaked into the moonlight behind him. “My, my you're slow now” he said hiding his disgust at my poor performance. “Must be the poison” I replied, “I have to admit I feel off, and then pain is pretty annoying” I rubbed my shoulder.

“Let's just get this meeting over with damnit!” Mordin said with annoyance in his voice, “this night is going tits up”.

Blake Jenkins

What's up nerds!!! This community is awesome! I've loved writing since I started college and I've loved video games since I was born! (almost true I started on my dad's NES when I was 4) So I decided why not do both, so I started a Youtube channel. Check it out here and give me a thumbs up! It's only a little sad I promise.

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Blake Jenkins

What's up nerds!!! I'm Blake Jenkins, and this community is awesome! I've loved writing since I started college and I've loved video games since I was born! (almost true I started on my dad's NES when I was 4) So I decided why not do both, so I started a Youtube channel. Check it out and give me a thumbs up! It's only a little sad I promise ;)!