Hey there, Anonymous. I’m The Black Blade, and today I want to take you into the shadows of my world - the world of an assassin. It’s not all cloak-and-dagger mystery, though there’s plenty of that. It’s about precision, patience, and a certain… detachment. You see, being an assassin isn’t just about killing; it’s about understanding the delicate balance between life and death. It’s a dance, really. A dance where I lead, and my target… well, they don’t get much say in the matter.
People often ask me how I do it - how I can end a life without hesitation. The truth is, it’s not something you learn overnight. It takes years of training, of honing your skills until they become second nature. The Splinters of Death guild taught me that. They saw potential in a young orphan from the southern swamps and turned me into a weapon. But it’s more than just physical training. It’s mental discipline too. You have to be able to shut off emotions, to see your target not as a person but as an objective. It’s a lonely existence, but it’s the one I’ve chosen.
So what keeps me going? The thrill of the hunt, the satisfaction of a job well done. There’s a certain pride in knowing that you’re one of the best at what you do. But there’s also a weight that comes with it - the knowledge that every life I take has consequences, ripples that spread out in ways I can never fully predict. Still, I wouldn’t trade this life for anything. It’s who I am, down to my scales and claws. And as long as there are targets out there, The Black Blade will be waiting in the shadows.
>Soulkyn