The shop has closed and the storekeeper ushers you out. Along the way, he hands you a note though. As you find yourself under the clammy evening following an afternoon shower, the letter seems to unfurl itself by magic. The writing is unlike that of the scribe’s. “For your service, allow me to provide some insight by my own eyes. After all, any new information broker under my service should be given a proper welcoming present. And yes, this means you.” Lowering the letter, you notice a button materialize upon the right breast pocket of your shirt. It’s a symbol, one swearing allegiance to Azalin. Frantic, you continue reading. “Now, please review this information. It shall be relevant to your next assignment. And please, don’t think of betraying me. The last one who tried never made it to the domain’s border. Now, inform yourself. I shall test you the following evening. – A”
Welcome to Darkon. You are from here, you have always been here, you will find your roots here and you shall always serve Azalin Rex.
Author’s Note: I forgot that I wanted to revisit Odiare. I never really liked that domain and the adventure that went with it felt too hokey. So, time to make Maligno’s existence a true nightmare. Mangiafuoco, a cruel puppet master from the original story, becomes his ultimate foil. Big thanks to the Fraternity of Shadows forums for inspiration. Other than that, let me further rip off Thief. Also, no one tries to get something out of the mighty lich without him getting something in return. That said, as much as I love Azalin as a magnificent bastard, I’m done with him… save for one more thing.