Azura - A detailed BackgroundAzura was born in the small Kutrahl village of Chiamaka, nestled at the feet of the mountains on the fringes of the territory controlled by the powerful Nyaarai clan. His parents, Azor (father) and Baaku (mother) were normal, lower-middle class folks in good standing with the community who worked a smithy from their home. Azor was somewhat above averagely skilled for a Kutrahl blacksmith and the family never went hungry, but at the same time rarely had money to spare for luxuries.Azura - A detailed Background in Scraps More Like This
From a young age, Azura showed a keen interest in fighting for his clan and had a fierce sense of pride and desire to conquer others. Azura's parents could never afford a tutor and as such he grew up without a formal education. As a child he loved play-fighting with the other youngsters and most of his private time with his father involved either hunting in the woods or being taught how to use the scimitar, the traditional Kutrahl sword and various Kutrahl bladed staves. Trave
Black Steel Pt 1Dusk descended slowly on Tatjana, the walled capital of like-named province, the last rays of the dying sun playing shadows across the battlements. It was a typical autumn evening; the day had been overcast but dry with ashen skies reneging on their promise of rain. Trade was slow at this time of year as the inhabitants of the city hunkered down for the cold of winter and there had been relatively little traffic in and out of the citys gates for the last few days.Black Steel Pt 1 in Fantasy More Like This
Watching motionless from the shadows of the nearby woods, Azura sat and waited. Tonight was the night he had been waiting for. For eight days he had contemplated the city from various angles, learning the positions and relative blind areas of the watchtowers and the patrols of the guards. He had slept little up until early today and eaten nothing in his stay outside the walls, aware that his senses and instincts would be keener on an empty stomach.
Tonight the moon entered into its final phase, barely visible as a thin
Black Steel Pt 2Being a political assassination, Azura had been issued with a written note to leave at the scene. What it said he did not know as he had never learned to read and did not care enough to bother learning now, but he slipped it out from inside his chestplate and placed it on the dresser beside the bed.Black Steel Pt 2 in Fantasy More Like This
As the target was a respected citizen and Azuras employer had no personal grudge against him, he had instructed specifically that Azura was not to defile the body in any way, but there was still one thing that remained to be done. After sheathing the bloody knife, he placed two fingers into the seeping pool of gore on the bed and turned to the wall of the bedchamber. Here he proceeded to scrawl one of very few Kutrahl glyphs he knew from memory his own name. This was as much a business venture for him as a simple contract and having his name attached unambiguously to such an infamous crime would advertise his services to any other high-profile potential clients who would undoub