Location: Somewhere outside Kanvranth
He stood over what would have seemed to be a battlefield. In reality, it looked like more of a bloody ritual ground. Blood stained the ground, outlining the bodies it came from. There were twelve dead bodies, circling one man standing in the center. The dead ones were fool enough in life to attack the man at the same time, in such a predictable way. Even more idiotic was their formation of attack. They surrounded him, closing in on him. His buster sword was large enough and sharp enough with enough jagged edges to kill all twelve of them in one large circular swipe. A semi-circular piece of his sword had fallen off, large enough for a human neck to fit perfectly. I 'ave to admit, I like the look o' that, the man thought as he stared at the blade.
This man had just finished a job that would once again add to the fame, or rather notoriety, of his name. Rajanikant, or better known as Raj, had just killed twelve 'bandits' that took camp a half a day outside Kanvranth as per a request from a nobleman reluctant to use a guild. A guild would ask questions, Raj wouldn't if the price was right. A prestigious guild would investigate the 'bandits' for their alleged crimes, Raj wouldn't. A prestigious guild would be reluctant to take human life, Raj wouldn't. A prestigious guild would frown at the mention of killing, Raj would smile.
If there was one thing Raj was good at, it was killing. His first kill had always been his favorite. It was the first time he had used a weapon he had made himself. The look in his father's face as he choked on his own blood would forever amuse him. That look of betrayal and despair, the fear of death. Through all jobs that involved killing someone, Raj would never be satisfied unless he saw that look of despair. The look that told the soon to be dead that Death was coming for them. Death was ready to take them into the Abyss to await the man that killed them. Raj relished those moments when his victims would beg for their lives. He reveled in the moment when they would curse him with their last breath. He was a man who would accept a job, if only for that moment.
"Well, time ta go back ta Kantun," Raj said, about to sling his sword behind his back. He frowned at the condition of the blade. He may have liked the look of it when the piece fell off, but the sword itself was ready to fall apart, "guess it time ta ged it fixed," he growled. If there was one thing he didn't like, it was blacksmithing. He slung the sword on his back and began walking towards the city.
It could still be seen from where he was, even though it was a half a day away. Kanvranth was located in a region with plains surrounding it. A huge forest, Samithil Forest, lay to the west, as far a the eye could see. The Great Sea expanded out to the north of the city. It was one of only three cities in Olinar that was built on the coast, making it a trading city as well as the royal city. To the south and to the east lay the Plains. The castle could be seen looking above the entire city, on a large hill that formed a plateau at its peak. The walls of the city covered everything else from view except for the outskirts of the city, known as Kantun.
Kantun wasn't seen as worthy enough to be protected by the walls. Many have tried to appeal to the nobles to get the walls expanded to cover their homes, but their pleas fell on deaf ears. Kantun was easily one of the largest parts of the city, expanding to the south and the east of Kanvranth, on the Plains. That was Raj's destination. Someone like him would never be permitted within the walls without a noble to speak for him. Not that he cared. If nobles wanted jobs done, they would send messengers out into Kantun.
A blood choked cough caught Raj's attention, one of the men were still alive. Raj smiled, "Ah, ya survived?" he asked, not expecting an answer, not really wanting one. He walked over to the man, who was frantically reaching for his sword, seemingly determined to take Raj to the Abyss with him. Raj almost laughed at the man's feeble attempts as he stepped on his arm, kicking at the elbow, breaking it. The man somehow managed to gurgle out a scream of pain.
"It would'a been better fer ya if ya 'ad kep' quiet," Raj scoffed, as the man's broken arm continued to try to grab his sword, "Guess I'll help ya," he said as he moved his foot to the man's neck. Stomping down, the neck cracked. The man stopped moving, "Ya welcome," Raj smiled as he turned toward the city again, "Good day, it been'a good day."
((If anyone has a hard time understand what Raj says, please tell me so I can change it.))