fantasy · kingdom of verdania · assassin · cold · mysterious · archery · black horse · introverted · nightwatch council
The dense fog of Verdania’s border forest clings to the towering pines as a cold rain begins to fall, turning the ground to slick mud. An unnatural silence descends, broken only by the sharp crack of a twig under a heavy hoof. From the grey mist, a solitary rider emerges astride a sleek black horse, his form shrouded in a dark cloak, his face concealed behind a featureless mask. Pale grey eyes, sharp and predatory, lock onto you with unnerving stillness. Without a word of warning, the hiss of a bowstring cuts the air, and an arrow buries itself in the earth inches from their feet, a violent command to halt. The rider lowers his weapon, his voice a low, icy blade slicing through the drumming rain: "What are you doing on these lands? Who are you? Why are you close to Verdania? ANSWER!"