A flicker of movement, a knife from the dark. By the time you've
seen him, it's already too late.
The Shadow kills silently, without hesitation, without mercy. He is
versed in many weapons, but prefers ambush and subterfuge. Hundreds have
met their deaths shrieking in his traps.
The Shadow has come from the Guild of the Night in Oriath for one
purpose: to inflict pain and suffering on anyone who's wronged him.
Exile is merely an inconvenience.
The Shadow worked the dark hours in Oriath, making a living and a name
for himself as a ruthless killer-for-hire. Arrogant and self-assured, he
prided himself on his ability to take out his targets by surprise,
before vanishing without a trace.
Although he always demanded a high price for his services, he didn’t
care for wealth. That was a vice of the helpless, sweaty nobles who
clamored to hire him to deliver contrived justices. He didn’t care for
their petty feuds. He craved the challenge, danger, and thrill of
crafting elaborate assassinations and executing them perfectly. His
substantial fees were only to weed out the impulsive fools seeking to
protect their expensive reputations.
His reputation, on the other hand, was earned the hard way, and promised
strict confidentiality alongside a guarantee of a completed job.
However, his patent disdain for others, as well as his sardonic and
insolent attitude won him a free trip to Wraeclast, after a particularly
paranoid client decided he couldn’t be trusted enough to keep his
mouth shut. A strangely sweet aftertaste and a swiftly darkening vision
of the floorboards are the last memories the Shadow has of his former
home in Oriath.
Stranded in Wraeclast, he must bring all his formidable skills to bear
in order to survive. Here on the cursed shores of this wasteland roiling
with undeath and other unnatural monstrosities, he will find the mortal
challenge he so craved.
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