10-30-2014, 09:59 PM
The sun was beginning to peak over the gable roofs.
On the ground in front of Shang, the pale and contorted corpse of a cutthroat lay still on the bloodied cobblestone. With a faint smile, the sorcerer used his foot to kick the body over into a shallow drainage gutter. The now soulless figure had worked for one of the district’s gang families, and on this lovely dawn, he was the fortunate idiot to try and harass the sorcerer.
And now he was just some forgettable corpse in a rundown neighborhood.
Leaving behind the less appealing parts of Darkshire, Shang dropped his nightly guise and walked his way through empty alleys and side streets until he reached a properly paved street that connected to the main thoroughfare. Although the skies were still a light shade of purple, people were starting to wander out of their homes and go about their morning routines. Shang nodded to a few of the businessmen he’d come to know over the last few weeks as he made a bee-line for the fort that stood in the northwestern quarter of town. When he got close enough, the guardsman flashed him a courteous smile.
“May I help you?” The young man inquired, his tone a clear attempt to show his deference toward someone who was older and at least had the appearance of someone with more clout in the world than him.
“Yes, you may.”
“What is the purpose of your visit?”
The sorcerer flashed a smile to the soldier. “I am a prime, and I want to play my role in defending Darkshire from the villainy that spreads and festers outside her walls.”
After a silent moment, the younger man furrowed his brow. “You’re here to enlist with the garrison?” When he received a nod from Shang, the guard paused once more before shrugging his shoulders. “I suppose it’s not too uncommon. If you’ll follow me inside, I will take you to the Tower Commander. He’ll take care of the paperwork and place you somewhere.”
“Lead the way,” Shang said with a faux smile. “I just want to do my part to make Darkshire a safer place.”
On the ground in front of Shang, the pale and contorted corpse of a cutthroat lay still on the bloodied cobblestone. With a faint smile, the sorcerer used his foot to kick the body over into a shallow drainage gutter. The now soulless figure had worked for one of the district’s gang families, and on this lovely dawn, he was the fortunate idiot to try and harass the sorcerer.
And now he was just some forgettable corpse in a rundown neighborhood.
Leaving behind the less appealing parts of Darkshire, Shang dropped his nightly guise and walked his way through empty alleys and side streets until he reached a properly paved street that connected to the main thoroughfare. Although the skies were still a light shade of purple, people were starting to wander out of their homes and go about their morning routines. Shang nodded to a few of the businessmen he’d come to know over the last few weeks as he made a bee-line for the fort that stood in the northwestern quarter of town. When he got close enough, the guardsman flashed him a courteous smile.
“May I help you?” The young man inquired, his tone a clear attempt to show his deference toward someone who was older and at least had the appearance of someone with more clout in the world than him.
“Yes, you may.”
“What is the purpose of your visit?”
The sorcerer flashed a smile to the soldier. “I am a prime, and I want to play my role in defending Darkshire from the villainy that spreads and festers outside her walls.”
After a silent moment, the younger man furrowed his brow. “You’re here to enlist with the garrison?” When he received a nod from Shang, the guard paused once more before shrugging his shoulders. “I suppose it’s not too uncommon. If you’ll follow me inside, I will take you to the Tower Commander. He’ll take care of the paperwork and place you somewhere.”
“Lead the way,” Shang said with a faux smile. “I just want to do my part to make Darkshire a safer place.”
![[Image: Shang.jpg]](http://www.omniverse-rpg.com/images/Shang.jpg)