Errol Redflight

All things being equal, it is better to be good looking. That was made clear to me at an early age. In a clan as large as ours, being a favored son was better still. You don�t think so? I say riding a pony is better than being the one who cleans up after. That is my point.

I come from a long line of archers. Our family tradition was strong. Everyone worked in the business. Kids were taught bow craft and fletching at the same time they learned to walk. Some of us worked in the more practical application side of the business. Redflights are assassins.

It was my time. I had pulled the assignment that would make my fame, and fortune. And, it would be easy. This mark was known to eschew magic of any kind. He was also rumored to be slow witted. The idea that anyone would pay so much and attach such significance to the death of a barbarian was beyond me. One arrow fired from concealment, would end such situations most efficiently.

To be sure, the family heirloom bow was taken from over the mantle to lend its magic to the shot. The scouting was easy and the next days path even easier to predict. Hadar Orcslayer was 300 strides ahead of his companions. He would surely be bled out before they could reach his side.

There were six arrows in Hadar�s chest when he stood over me and broke the bow in half. He hit me with the flat of his axe and said I wasn't worth killing.

I can't go home. A failure like that marks a person in territories like where I come from. It took me some time to learn from that defeat. I do think Hadar was wrong, he should have killed me then.

I am still a Redflight.

I am still young, and Hadar is in our lands. I can redeem my name and my fame soon enough.

Until then I serve my Corrupt Lady Queen and fight a glorious fight against enemies worth killing. Beware that my tongue does not slay you before my axe does.