Feinster Assassin Outpost

[Ash & Jackle]

Joeseph looked around. This place had become home to him. He had lived here for 5 years, always building on to it. He finally was satisfied with his handiwork. 5 years of work. 5 years was a very long time, as you are never young twice. Finally he wanted to get apprentices. He did. And he regreted it. They all were executed, and in true assassin style, Joeseph got revenge on the executioner with his hidden blade. Easy work for someone in the buisness. He took the apprentices hidden blades, as there was some things Joeseph wanted to be kept secret, the poison in the blades was one of them, the metal balls was the other. Those were secrets noone needed to know about yet. He dismantled the hidden blades at the outpost, and decided to head north to meet some of the assassins of the north he had heard about, and bring the hidden blades and robes with him. He would have to teach them how to make the blades so any new assassins at the outposts could use them. They were really effective small weapons when used right.

Joeseph readied the horses in the stables, picked his favorite sword and favorite set of armor, the cloth robes with leather at all the vital spots, and the arms. He raided feinster of any remaining excess supplies, and saddled the horse. He got a messanger from Feinster to go to the Beors and get the news to the assassins. He knew they would have to be around there. He decided to go to the new outpost he heard about near a dwarven city. It was closer, and he could get there faster. One of the towns near the outpost would be his target to get more food, if there was none at the outpost. He left his only remaining apprentice, who's name Joeseph had never asked, to guard the outpost. He left, hoping his apprentice, and all his work was not in vein.