Whisper of the Silent Hand
Listen to a tale my children...
A tale still heard, in the quieter places, far away from the frantic din of the city streets of our own world. An ancient and almost forgotten song, it sings from the lips of a very few. Some say, it is only wishful fantasy, for somewhere in the long misty corridors of time, its origins were lost to us. The story tells of a wondrous land. A place quite different from our own modern world, and yet, somehow, not so very far away. A land, where what was once lost to our ancestors, was never lost at all.
It is said, noble glory yet remains there, inhabiting a mythic landscape of where gods still trod the earth, beautiful, crystal-spired cities rise from the depths, lost civilizations await to be found, and fantastic beasts of legend still roam the land. It is a place where the night air is filled with long told stories, handed down from generation to generation, of ancient evils stirring and seeking release, wondrous feats of wizardry, and the battles of the great heroes of ages past.
The world has known many heroes and villains who have strode down history's hall and left an indelible mark that will be spoken of for eternity. The story, that is being weaved within the webs of fate, shares but a glimpse into the life and struggle that is undergone to reclaim a wayward soul. A soul that wouldn't be called hero, nor even villain in most instances, but the marks it has left across history are deep, yet invisible. The name flows across hushed lips as... The Assassin of Kings.
When it came to killing, not many assassins could equal the cold-blooded efficiency of a member of the Order of the Silent Hand. Among the Silent Hand, only one stood paramount over the entire Order. His name is Thayne Trelesta.
A dark and ancient evil is stirring in the bowels of Point Demons Guard. The strings of fate have been woven, and within its intricate and tangled web lays the simple answer Thayne has been looking for.