Peer grumbled as his spiked chain blasted Yoingast in the chest, knocking the poor man to the ground. Voyse gently landing on the ground nearby and spun around to see Peer jerking his chain out of Yoingast, taking a lower rib with the pull. That hardly detoured Voyse, though, who quickly charged at the grumbling Peer, who was looking at his dead comrade with a frown. His vision suddenly went completely black as a hooked dagger plunged into his lower jaw and up into his brain. The large bodyguard fell to the ground, quite dead, and Voyse turned to his final victim.
Halen, struggling to get free of his dagger hold once again, suddenly wished he was dead already as the cold stare of Voyse’s porcelain mask fell over the pathetic man. He whimpered and squirmed, but the hooked dagger wouldn’t give way. Tears clearly flowing from his eyes, he looked up at the leaning Voyse as the assassin pulled out a small object, a tiny blade Halen used as a letter opener.
“Now now…hand me that little orb of yours and I’ll make it quick.” Voyse said, holding the small blade to Halen’s throat. “…I promise.”
“P…pl…please! D…don’t kill me!” Halen pleaded, both hands still holding desperately at the stone. “I…I’ll give you anything! Money, women…this stone, if that is what you want! Just don’t take my life!”
If Voyse wasn’t wearing his mask, Halen would have seen a wide grin on his face as he said, “The usual offer of a dying man. Pointless, though. I came here for that stone of yours, and I’m not one for mercy, so life isn’t a choice for you. Take your pick: quick and painless, or slow and agonizing.”
The only response Halen could give was a weak whimper, which suddenly turned into bloody gurgling as his throat was split open by the tiny blade. He dropped the stone and clung to his torn neck, trying to stop the lose of his lifeblood.
Voyse quickly scooped up the stone and placed it into a pouch on his belt and examined the dying guild master. With a slight laugh, he stabbed the letter opener into Halen’s hand, which was clutching his throat, and into his esophagus, stopping the pointless struggle.
Just as Voyse stood up to leave, the door flew open once again, and a small group of guildsmen, all of them bearing weapons, charged into the room. They all stopped, many dropping their weapons as they witnessed the last seconds of their guild master. Voyse looked at them curiously, prepared for another killing spree. It wasn’t required, however, as the guildsmen all started to fall to their knees, showing respect to their new guild master.
“What will begging do for you?” Voyse asked, not understanding the bowing men.
“Please, master…what would you have us do?” One man asked, still kneeling.
“Master? So, you think I’m going to run your guild now?” Voyse said, rubbing his chin. “Fine then…this may prove productive. From this day forward the Halen Tesh Guild shall be known as the Voyse En’Dir guild.” Voyse declared, taking an easy posture and looking at his new henchmen.
“Lift praise to the new En’Dir guild!” One man shouted, leaping to his feet and cheering. The others soon followed.
“Quit your foolishness and get back to work…I’ll be inspecting the guild to appoint people new positions.” Voyse snapped. The men were gone before he was done talking.
“To think…a pathetic man such as him had this powerful artifact. It matters not, for I posses the Adept’s Stone now, and with it, I shall make the whole world of Koayne fear me.” Voyse said to himself when he was alone. “Yes indeed…this is already turning out to be my night.” He mused, retrieving his hooked daggers and cleaning them on the unfortunate guild master and body guard.