Shadows of The Forgotten

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Things seem to have calmed in the land of Valcrest. The war, the assassins' inner disputes, the peoples' demands for a solution... But is the land actually calm, or is this just a calm moment before a even bigger storm? (FULL)

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Game Masters: Mr_Doomed, Blackbird26
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Setting: Assassin's Camp2011-11-29 18:22:21, as written by Sibrand
Not a single word came from Dante has he heard what Crystal had to say nor did he move a muscle. It wasn’t the kind of answer he had hoped for, but an answer he had come to expect from people like Crystal; People who refused to face their problems head on and had to go around an obstacle and use unnecessary methods. It was a cowards path and Crystal seemed to walk on it. Although Dante would love to walk away from such a path, he couldn’t be sure if the rest of the clan would accept him with greater loyalty than the one they have for Sean. He knew he would have to win their trust and earn their loyalty before Crystal strikes at Sean.

Avius Dante watched how Crystal turned her back on him and walked away, heading south towards the desert once more. Whatever her plans might be, Avius would make sure that he would get his revenge on Evin before the end of it all, even if it meant sacrificing himself in the process. However, for now he would have to win over the clan from Sean somehow. The problem was that he had no idea how to do so because he had always been a lone wolf and being the leader over some clan of assassins had been the last thing in his mind. Until now.

The sun had died down in the horizon and darkness was beginning to cloud everything around Avius. However, being the night creature he was, he could see in the dark almost as good as at daylight. The assassin decided to move back to camp and see if there was anything else to do this very late evening. There was nothing more he could do about Crystal. He would have to think about the things she told him and decide wether or not he should act upon them.

When approaching the camp several actives came up to him and they all had the same question on their lips: What happened? Avius wasn’t about to lie and so, he told them some small parts of the truth and let everything else out of the explanation. He told them that he and Crystal had had a peaceful conversation about what happened the night she returned to the camp and was challenged by Sean. Most of the actives dispursed after hearing this, however, there was still one who decided to follow Avius further into the camp. His name was Dova, a bright little fellow who had joined the Wolfpack just a month or so ago. He had yet to find an instructor and therefor, he did some minor things around the camp as well as training a lot for himself. No weapons of course.

”Why is that particularly night so important and such a touchy subject, Dante?” Dova asked nervously, knowing all too well that Avius could decide to punish him for slightest mistake around him.

”Some of the wolves feels it’s a touchy subject because there was such a hugh change then; Crystal Rivers, the woman who’s mother had been their leader for so long and who’s father had been a father figure to almost everyone in camp had recently been declared as dead and all of the sudden she returns. Sean challenge her and defeats her and by the Wolfpack’s laws, he had the rights to kill her off right there, but he was stopped. Allison interfered and a couple of actives and recruits stood by her side as well. They were all branded traitors by Sean. It’s a dark night in our history.” Avius sighed heavily, ”Maybe not as dark as the Red Night, but still.”

Dova seemed to get it, but somehow he just wanted to learn more and more about the history of the clan since their records were slowly being rebuilt after Evin pulled off his little stunt and burned down the leaders cabin three years ago. Much of what once were would never be recovered, but at least they could try. Avius smiled beneath the cloth that hid his face and looked over at the boy as he stopped in the middle of the camp, by the fire that threw the shadows of the dancing flames across the ground in the cold night.

"But rememeber this, Dova; The night is darkest just before the dawn. And I promise you, the dawn is coming."