Tireless Killer
Voyse paced across his office, pondering the troubling news just given to him by a spy. Word had already gotten out about the guild’s change in leaders, and that the Adept’s Stone was found. How surprising it seemed to Voyse that such a pathetic man like Halen could keep the Adept’s Stone hidden for so long! Or, did he not even know that he held such a powerful artifact? Either way, it was Voyse’s now, and people were likely already after it again. What took him years to find would take only a matter of days for others to discover. The Adept’s Stone…such a gift, yet also a curse.
The door suddenly flew open as Roik stepped in. The bodyguard was fortunate enough to survive Voyse’s attack on the guild, for the assassin had forgotten that he only knocked out instead of killed Roik. Once Voyse found out he was alive still, instead of disposing of him, he figured he’d make good use out of him. It turned out that Voyse made a good choice in that, for Roik was quite knowledgeable of everything the guild had been doing thus far. So Voyse made him second in command and head advisor, using his knowledge to keep the guild running smoothly.
“Sir, we’re under attack!” Roik declared between gasps of breath. “They just walked right in and started attacking everyone after destroying a wall without making a noise somehow. We’re overrun!”
Voyse shook his head at the irony of it all. So soon! Just as he got word of the breach of knowledge, of course he’d be attacked! With a slight chuckle, Voyse walked past Roik and out of his office. “Well? Are you coming or not? We’ve got a guild to defend.” He asked, turning around to regard his advisor. With a not-so-confident nod, Roik reluctantly followed his leader down the stairway.
The two found the fighting already at the floor below them. Voyse took clear note of who his attackers were. A small group of pale looking rogues with black clothing much like his own, yet it was a natural pale, nothing of his sort, and they wore black paint over their faces in places, particularly the mouth and eyes. One that caught Voyse’s attention, was a man with long black hair, black, light chain armor, and entirely black clothing. He seemed almost a mirror to Voyse, though his hair was much longer, yet still black. Another difference, which Voyse could only smirk at, this man’s eyes showed no emotions, yet a smile was clearly placed across his face, not just the black painted one, but a wide grin of his own as he stabbed his slightly curved, black daggers into guildsmen. Voyse had to wonder himself how such a small band had gotten so far, but he had not the time to ponder. With another chuckle to himself, he drew forth two hooked daggers and dived into the fray.
As if on cue, the man who called to Voyse’s attention turned to regard Voyse. His name, Draven Bladenheart. He was the leader of a small band of void adepts, he himself being the most powerful of the group. Not only was his magical skills impressive, but his skills with a dagger far exceeded them. He ducked under a pour slash at him from a guildsmen, who quickly found two daggers plunged into his ribs as Draven launched forward for the devastating attack. As that man fell, another took his place, but Draven had not the time to deal with petty fighters, his prize had come, he could sense it. He turned to Voyse and quickly lunged at him, but hardly caught the skilled assassin by surprise.
Up went a hooked dagger to intercept the curved one of Draven. Voyse locked the two blades together, handle to handle, then he sent in his second dagger, which was likewise parried by the void adept’s second dagger. The two stood there, blades locked, for a few moments, trying to discern what the other was thinking at that moment.
“What might be the name of he who strikes at my guild?” Voyse asked, adding force to his blades to shove Draven back a bit.
“Draven Bladenheart. Who might my copy be?” Draven responded, equally shoving back at Voyse.
“Voyse En’Dir…but I believe it is the other way around. You are my copy.” The assassin snapped, returning the two to equal grounds.
“Maybe so, but that hardly matters. I just want to kill…and you’ve got something that will help me achieve that quicker. The stone…give it to me!” Draven demanded.
With that, Voyse laughed and pulled back his daggers, quickly putting them away as he pulled out the Adept’s Stone from his belt pouch. “Just as I thought…you’re here for this? Here, I’m willing to share!” Voyse said, drawing upon the powers of the stone to enhance his dark magic. He knew very little of the stone’s potentials, but he already knew how to tap into a bit of it to increase his overall power.
A rune of energy suddenly formed under Voyse, and it slowly floated into the air, passing through him as if it didn’t exist. When it reached its peak right above his upraised hand, it grew to an immense size and started to spin at high speeds. Many of the void adepts soon had no heads as the cutting rune did its deadly work, taking more than a few guildsmen along with it. Roik, however, managed to dive to safety in time. Draven, as well, rolled away from the attack. Voyse hardly cared, though, and brought the rune, which was slowly slowing down and shrinking back to size, in front of him. A large orb of pure darkness began to form around the rune, until it was no longer visible. With a grin, Voyse launched the orb of energy straight at Draven, who simply stuck his hand out.
Men dived left and right to avoid the dark orb of energy, but Draven stood quite still, suddenly slowing down the orb and seemingly draining the energy from it. Voyse knew this would happen, but he showed no signs of concern. Draven soon noticed that he couldn’t absorb as much energy as was in the orb, so he too dived to the side, the orb crashing through the wall and vanishing, tiny orbs of it still remained on the edges of the hole created, slowly eating away at the wall until they too disappeared. Knowing good and well that he shouldn’t risk the lose of his stone, Voyse charged towards the new exit and leaped out, freely falling the 30 foot drop. Seemingly…for he simply vanished into the shadows before he hit the ground.