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[Wiros Bismove]

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After spending twenty years of his life in one home, Wiros Bismove was ready to move on. His teacher/adopted father had taught Wiros the way of life, and the importants of assassination. It was time for Wiros to find a new home, and to start a life of his own.

It had been twenty years after his parents death. The man who was serving as his gardian at this present time, had been hired to slay his parents many years ago, before Wiros had even met him. Wiros was amazed at the mans skill, the way his blade sliced through the live flesh of the pair. Wiros never got along with his parents, after their death he wasn't upset at the least. The assassin took him in, taking the role of his father, and teaching him the rules and many roads of life, and being an assassin.

Wiros the apprentice assassin, having no cares in the world, locked his fingers behind his head and leaned against the mossy blanket of the tree trunk. Wiros was average size for most humans, his short blonde hair blew in the evening breeze, his muscles were ripped and toned.

The bottle of ale that he had drank earlier, laid empty on the dampened ground beside him. Wiros loved his ale along with many other things, and would soon be drinking another. He heard his name called in the distance, Wiros realizing this was finally what he had been waiting for, pushed himself to his feet and ran off to meet with his guardian.

"The time has come Wiros." said a grey haired man. He had grown old, and had ended his time as an assassin a couple years ago.

Wiros, filled with anticipation said to his guardian, "I am ready sir." The sky was blackened by night, and a cool breeze swept across Wiros face. A slight stench of the swamp caught his nose, their home outside of Trinsic was going to be but a memory for Wiros.

After listening to his guardian enchanting a few quick words, a blue gate appeared in front of Wiros. Looking back at his life long friend, father, and teacher, Wiros with a bit of hesitation put his right foot into the gate. He took a deep breath and followed his right foot with his left, and fully stepped into the gate. Moments later he was standing in a dark, creepy, and dampened town. Wiros knew this was but an evil place, he couldnt help the feeling that he felt almost at home here.

"The town you are in is called Umbra, go seek out a group to run with, build your skills. Perhaps even start a band of folk yourself." The gate began to get smaller, and the man continued on. "Take care, and remember everything I have taught you." finished the some what worried guardian of Wiros.

"Join a group of people? Start a band of my own?" Wiros had no idea where to start first. He pulled out a bottle of ale, and popped out the cork, he took a long sip and brought it down to hold it at his side. He took a deep breathe and began his journey, to where, he did not know.
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