You and your comrades have accomplished your first mission. The sudden death of Lord Middlefrithom will paralyse the city for months. The client will be very pleased and so will be the Elders of your clan.
The journey back home will take a few days riding. As you chew one of these strange plants you have been given which cure minor wounds and take the fear, remembrance haunts your memory. Not always have you been one of the shadow people.
You almost forgot the time when you were just a poor beekeeper´s youngest son, back in the small village of Al Yaseh.
A small boy daydreaming of being a famous archer. Well, you had a talent for hunting rabbits and birds.
One day, after an exhausting hunt, you froze as your village came in sight.
The buildings had been razed, smoke was still rising from the ruins, where strange soldiers still tore down the hovels and killed the horses. The cries of your family halled throughout the desert and the horrible sound of metal crushing on bone. Then silence.
In pure terror you stood behind the hills, just watching the scene, unable to move, to cry, to understand.
You do not know how long you have been standing on the hills after the dismay and horror were replaced by something more sinister: hate
Those who killed your family would have to pay. Even if it cost your life.
As you turned towards the village, you realised that many of the intruders had left the scene and only a few guards were still around, looting among the ruins.
And you would be the last man standing
One by one they fell to your arrows. A skilled archer you are and most of those strangers did not even see you coming. Every arrow shot took a bit of grief off you and spurred you.
As your killing spree ended and you looked around you realised that you killed the whole bunch of those bastards.
You needed a rest and your legs suddenly felt like they would not support you any longer. You sank down on your knees and wanted to bury your face in the dust. Where to go now?
Just as this thought crossed your mind, several riders appeared on the hills. Out of nowhere, three veiled shadows appeared around you. Alerted you tried to raise an arrow to the bowstring but before you could move a knife was held to your throat. A forth veiled man behind you.
One of them, apparently the leader, took a step forward, speaking to you:
“We saw what you did.”
You tried to spit in his face. So now they would kill you for it.
“A skilled archer you are. And a skilled hunter.”
Well, that is astonishing. “Who are you?” No answer.
One of them handed you a strange plant.
“Chew this, it will ease your mind.” Something in your mind just would love the thought and since a knife was still at your throat you were out of other options. The plant was of a bitter taste and it made the tongue fell like a lifeless peace of meat in you mouth. A funny thing...
After that, your memory fades a little.
You fell asleep and were brought to a secret place.
Ten years you did not leave the fortress and learned to become one of the shadow people, the Assassini.
Ten years until finally, your training was finished and you were given your fist order. The assassination of Lord Middlefrithom.
And since you were successful, you have brought honour to the clan.
There might be another order.
This map is rather easy and to accomplish in about 15 to 20 minutes.