Zjuggernaut
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Glord, The Assassin
This is my first Fan-Fic. ^_^
It had been many years since Glords' failed attempt at assassinating Lady Grey, after he had heard the news of her death, he felt like a whole weight was lifted. This was his last assignment, nobody wants to hire a trained assassin who attempts but does not succeed. Many had heard the word of cheap and trustworthy assassins roaming Bloodstone, many had taken their business there.
Bowerstone Old Town, where Glord remained, had changed a lot since Lord Lucien dissapeared. Trees grew thoroughly and the thugs of the town had been kicked out. Villagers were much more friendly and greeted him as he walked past. He always thought to himself "If they remembered me, they wouldn't even look at me." He looked at the sky and positioned the sun. "Dinner time." He rubbed his hands and licked his lips and went for a walk down the road to Bowerstone Market.
After roaming around the Town Square, buying products and pies from the nearby stalls, Glord felt something, perhaps a piece of card, slip into his hand. He quickly looked at the small white paper in his right hand and read it out aloud - "Bowerstone Blacksmith. Upstairs. 15:00 Hours."
"Dammit! They didn't teach me Military Time!" Glord threw the card to the floor and noticed small print on the other side - "3 'o' Clock, dumbass."
Glord chuckled to himself and quickly ran home, after a long time of waiting. He could return to his job.
Rushed. Short. Yeah.
This is my first Fan-Fic. ^_^
It had been many years since Glords' failed attempt at assassinating Lady Grey, after he had heard the news of her death, he felt like a whole weight was lifted. This was his last assignment, nobody wants to hire a trained assassin who attempts but does not succeed. Many had heard the word of cheap and trustworthy assassins roaming Bloodstone, many had taken their business there.
Bowerstone Old Town, where Glord remained, had changed a lot since Lord Lucien dissapeared. Trees grew thoroughly and the thugs of the town had been kicked out. Villagers were much more friendly and greeted him as he walked past. He always thought to himself "If they remembered me, they wouldn't even look at me." He looked at the sky and positioned the sun. "Dinner time." He rubbed his hands and licked his lips and went for a walk down the road to Bowerstone Market.
After roaming around the Town Square, buying products and pies from the nearby stalls, Glord felt something, perhaps a piece of card, slip into his hand. He quickly looked at the small white paper in his right hand and read it out aloud - "Bowerstone Blacksmith. Upstairs. 15:00 Hours."
"Dammit! They didn't teach me Military Time!" Glord threw the card to the floor and noticed small print on the other side - "3 'o' Clock, dumbass."
Glord chuckled to himself and quickly ran home, after a long time of waiting. He could return to his job.
Rushed. Short. Yeah.
