A Land Far Away

It was dark and rainy in Westgate. The rain was a welcome gift. The past days had been extremely hot. Heat was never a pleasant thing in Westgate. It wasnt that there wasnt any shade to find, but the smell
He shuddered at the thought *unbearable... Worse then 10 passed out dwarves after a week in a mine without a bath.*

He avoided the docks and markets during the heat as much as he could. he hated the smell..sweet..sickly.. rotting.

He pulled his hood over his head as he walked down copper lane. His steps almost inaudible because of the raindrops ticking on barrels.. roofs and the stones. He didnt care at the moment if he was noticed or not. To those he passed he was just another sod walking in this dogs weather.

He pondered about what she had said...the words still echoed in his head..she was right..ofcourse.. he never doubted her words.. He was loyal to her.. yet the words troubled him.. he didnt survive all this time by being careless.. and his gut told him.. to beware..

bang!.. something hit his shoulder.. He curses his ignorance and responds on instinct...

He looks up.. drawing his dagger in the same movement...someone stumbled into him .His brain races.*in Westgate there is no coincidence..a thief.. a robber..*..
The man..opens his mouth to speak.. but all that comes out is a soft gurgle as He drives his dagger into the mans side, puncturing a lung, driving it in further..while pulling him in an alley.... He looks around..holding the man, now dead against the wall as if supporting a drunken mate... The street is empty.. the rain ticks on the cobblestones....silence..

He shakes his head as he pulls the dagger out.. *Lucky this time..brother he thinks to himself.. it was only a drunken beggar...* He wipes the blood from the dagger on the mans dirty clothes and checks his hands for blood..*nothing.. still clean*
He lets the man slide down the wall and walks out of the alley on the other side. A few blocks further he lets the dagger he bought that day..slip through a grate and hears a soft splash as it lands in the vile water of the sewer. He makes a mental note as he continues to his destination *Restock dagger supply*

Early morning he had gathered his things for a brief visit to Cormyr. He travelled light.. taking only what he needed. He boarded the runner under his own name.. *Dont lie when you do not need to was something he believed in, dont compicate things*

As he said on the deck of the passenger boat to Cormyr, watching the sun rise as the main sail was hoisted, he contemplated the meeting with his mistress.
She came to him personally.. *coincidence.. faith.. * A high honor he thought.. but also dangerous.. He had her attention now. There was no margin for error. She would not tolerate failure or lack of dedication. He wouldnt fail her ofcourse..he lived to serve for the cause. Still his mistress was known for her ruthless ways.. even though her appearance suggested otherwise.

He opened his pack and took out a bundle of papers held together by a cord. As he untied the knot he looked around..*the crew was busy....good.* He started to look over the papers..absorbing the information as he read..
He tapped his fingers on the deck...*questions formed in his mind...there is no pattern in it.. or i dont see it yet...all religious....no preferred method..* He looked over the list of names and dates that were scribbled behind some..He focussed on the last two... the most recent... *think brother.. on what we do know...*

His flipped back and forth between the pages. *the Tormite doesnt fit in...someone used the killings to point the blame on the serial killer. It doesnt add up... All were murdered alone..at random places..He or She isnt stupid enough to take out the tormite as it was done..If that tried one fled..to the dales.. and that is confirmed..There is no connection..the killings continue..*

He nodded as if agreeing with his thoughts. *What else.....hes alone.. the wounds suggest one weapon was used..All seem to have been taken by surprise....He is sure of himself.. one was killed within close distance of the temple..He definetly knows what he is doing...But..is it oppertunity killing or planned...? He ran his fingers over the wood o fthe deck as he pondered*

*No..not oppertunity..He picks one out... follows them... observes.. studies.. watches.. waits for the right moment..strikes.. and kills.... *
He looked up at the shouts from the crew and people moving around the ship...They were approaching cormyr...He folded the papers back in his pack...2 questions formed in his head * Why?..Hatred... Did any he went after..escaped?*

As the ship docked he cleared his mind.....*It was only a matter of time before he would find the answers..*