Most assassins arrive in the dead of night, but then again, most assassins are willing to kill. He walks into her office in broad daylight, a staff in each hand, one of silver, one of marble, held behind his back like a secret.
Helani nods from her desk. He nods from behind a white mask.
If she could rip the shadows off the wall and drape him in them, they would not be half as black as his robes.
"When you are ready, proceed," Helani says, returning her attention to an open ledger.
When you summon No Name, it is the only thing worth saying.
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Earthwitch
FantasyAnele is dying, but that's nothing new. As an Earthwitch with a shattered soul, she's spent most of her life trying not to, but lately, the void eating through her keeps growing. And now, she's caught the attention of something worse than death -- a...
