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"A Venomous Pact" Sit down lads, and be regaled. I'll tell you all a little tale. Backdoor dealings with cutthroats and vermin. Murderous dark deeds conducted in silence. Deep inside the caverns of mythic, lie twelve ancient beasts of terrible power. Vying for prominence, they battle against their most bitter rivals. They hire out mercenaries to wage their secret war, delivering a blow to the armies of their enemies. This tale is about one dark-hearted little merchant who sold her soul to the venomous poison-spewing serpent. He promised her riches, and secrets beyond imagining. A pact written in blood, she would spill that of the six most powerful feral boars. Proof would be demanded, that she had held up her end. The riches of the fat ones; the keys to their lair and the coveted dust in little black bags. This attack would give the army of the forked tongue its advantage in the coming days. They would strike when the pigs were weak, delivering a poisoned blow to cripple them. Then they could tighten their grip, choke the life from the wretched pigs who lived so richly. The little lady set out, six venomed daggers in her belt. Sneaking through the muddy valleys and the quagmire the pigs loved so dearly. A little of the old smoke and mirrors, misdirection and sleight of hand. They didn't see her coming. Six commanders of the porcine army fell to her wicked ways. Her traps were laid, and her blades struck true. Their treasures recovered, and six white feathers were soaked in the blood of the fallen. Proof for the serpentine master. When she laid these gifts before him, a gleam crept across the aged serpent's scaly face. Success. Victory would be claimed over the gluttonous pigs. A gift for his most cunning mercenary, or at least that's what she thought it was. The master bestowed upon her a razor sharp dagger with a potent venom to quickly dispatch her enemies. The caveat though, he neglected to mention. Each life that blade claims, takes a day off her life. Its lust for blood insatiable, she became an agent of death. Severing the silver threads of many, she died in infamy seven years later. A hollow soul that knew only one thing. Death. Anikara | |