[RPG] [AT][Fal]Tales of the Blade

[Chuong Huynh]

The foothills of Nazgorn have been his home since his childhood and no one
knew the region better than he did. Knowing precisely where each stone lay,
he walked the untainted pass that lead into the mountains, rarely used by
the common traveller. Ahead on the sunlit path flanked by tall wild grasses,
barely visible stood the small stone slab; The unmarked grave of his father.
He was a masterful assassin, or so his mother had told him. Hithithil stood
in front of the headstone, his dark hair dredged over his angular face.
After a few moments, he knelt on both knees, his slim figure digging away at
the dirt with his dagger. That dagger that he carried, with the blade that
never dulls and the stench of blood soaked into the hilt, was one of the two
things left to him by his father. His only weapon, left by the father he
never knew, but yet he carried it with him always. At the sound of his
dagger striking wood, Hithithil stopped and brushed aside the dirt revealing
a half buried ornate chest. He looked at it for a moment, if only to ensure
himself that it was still there, then pushed the dirt back overtop. He
lifted himself up from his spot, fingering the key around his neck. Covering
up any signs of him ever having been there Hithithil followed the path back
that he came. There was a bounty on monsters skulls and with his dagger, the
only item of any value on his body he would make a name for himself.
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