OOC: Trying to find some good "mood music" for this. :) Thought something like this might fit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4gpg3HJAIsY
Swift nodded and looked away towards the Maakengorge again.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the rock wall, a rather uncomfortable expression on her face suggesting she was delving into a part of her memory that she was reluctant to examine too closely.
"It was during the so-called 'Gnaag Wars'. Sommerlund was gripped by fear and chaos, the Darkland armies were advancing relentlessly, Ruanon and the Southern Provinces had fallen and Gnaag himself boasted that he had personally defeated Grand Master Lone Wolf, the saviour of the Freelands. Thankfully, we now know that wasn't true, and Gnaag's failure and overconfidence eventually brought about his downfall and the destruction of Helgedad."
She opened her eyes again, looking up at the night sky, her gaze seeking out the moon as though drawing some comfort from it.
"During that time though, everyone was concerned only with what was happening at the front lines. Troops and resources were being drawn from other places and sent to try to halt or even delay the constant siege.
No-one really paid much attention when far to the north of the battle lines, some gruesome murders were reported in the port city of Anskaven. Local merchants and nobles found murdered and their valuables looted. The city guard had bigger things to worry about, and put it down to thieves, added a few extra night patrols and left it at that. It did nothing though, soon after, more murders were reported, and rumours of the killings started to spread, however much they tried to hush it up in concern of adding to the general aura of fear hanging over Sommerlund at the time."
She closed her eyes again for a moment, a slight shiver running through her before she continued.
"For a short time, the killings seemed to stop, and the city guard perhaps thought that the killer had moved on or fled the city for fear of being caught. Then, several weeks later, during a night when the city was enveloped by a thick fog coming in off the sea, several people and guardsmen were drawn by the sound of screams to an isolated street, where they found the body of a local noble lying dead. He hadn't just been murdered, he'd been literally torn apart as though he had been set upon by a pack of enraged Doomwolves. Despite the number of people approaching the scene, no-one saw the killer running from the area.
As you can guess, people started to fear for their lives. The wealthier citizens employed extra guards to watch over their homes at night, and some even set traps to catch intruders. None of it worked. The killings and the thefts continued. The guards saw no-one enter or leave the houses of the victims, and none of the traps had been sprung.
Anskaven became a city gripped by fear, they believed that this killer must be some sort of malevolent creation of Darklord Gnaag sent to terrorise Sommerlund's cities, some kind of nightmare from the Plane of Darkness. A ghost capable of entering and leaving a building unseen and without triggering traps."
Swift shook her head slowly. Her next words seemed almost forced out against her will.
"The rumours weren't even close. The dreaded Ghost of Anskaven was actually two people. Mind and Body. The mind was a man who had mastered some sort of psychic powers unknown to me. The body, the hand that did the killings... That was a young girl named Sanna... Me."
She closed her eyes again, taking a moment to compose herself before continuing. her gaze remained directed at the ground, as though almost afraid to look the others in the eyes.
"The man who directed me was my father. Strange, despite the fact I was related to him by blood, I never knew his real name. I don't believe he ever really loved my mother, or me. Not true love, perhaps some twisted belief that he did? I don't know. Probably my birth was more of an accident than anything else. But I think he only took an interest in me when he discovered that I had dormant Kai powers within me. I had already taken to hiding myself away when he was there, and he must have noticed how good I was at it. He took me away to a place he used as a hideout of sorts, somewhere in Anskaven. I never found out exactly where it was. I've never returned there."
Her hands clenched themselves into fists as she continued.
"I already mentioned he had some kind of psychic influence. For many years it had been clouding my memories, but it's only recently when I can look back on those memories with the understanding that comes with age and basic psychic training from the Kai that I realised what had happened. He somehow had the ability to take complete control of my body through my mind, like a puppet master pulling my strings. He coveted the riches of the merchants and nobles of Anskaven and he used me to get them. My dormant Kai skills awakened in this crude way allowed me to slip unseen past guards, to see hidden traps as clearly as if there were signposts pointing to them... And to kill. I think he took particular pleasure in that last part. He gave me a plain dagger to use, his own skills with the dagger were already formidable, as he owned a magical one that could slay an enemy with a single strike, and some of his own understanding of combat techniques seeped into me through the psychic link between us, awakening my own innate Weaponskill in the process. So I became his perfect weapon, I was his means of obtaining what he sought, and holding an entire city in a grip of fear."
She shook her head slowly, a single tear running down her cheek where it followed the line of the scar inflicted by the hybrid Kai in the Darklands.
"I don't know what age you lot were when you made your first kill. Mine was at an age where I barely even knew what a weapon was, let alone how to handle one. The man I was to kill was untrained with his sword though, a merchant who usually hid behind bodyguards when trouble came looking for him. But he had locked his bedroom door and had guards downstairs so thought he was safe then."
She raised her right hand, examining the back and then the palm with an almost curious look. Her voice sounded oddly detached, as though her mind had distanced itself from what she was saying.
"It's a strange thing to see someone murdered horribly at such a young age. Even worse when it's your own hand that does the deed even though you couldn't think of doing such a thing by yourself. He lost control of me for a moment as my mind went into shock. He managed to regain some control of me and directed me to drop off the stolen items and then return to his safe house. Once I was secured there, he released me. I threw the dagger away from me, cleaned off the blood as well as I could and cried myself to sleep..."
She took another short pause to compose herself again and continued in a rather numbed tone of voice.
"For a while I tried to resist him. But I couldn't, not for long. He could inflict terrible psychic pain on me if I tried to resist. Once I managed to keep him out for a while, but was unconscious for a whole day afterwards. This was probably the time when the killings stopped for a while.
Then he came to me again and told me that my mother had been murdered by a man in the city.
It may have been his psychic manipulations at work on me, but at that point, I felt as though I had lost everything. All thought of resistance vanished, and I felt a rage build up in me the likes of which I had never felt before.
I don't know who the man was, perhaps someone who had wronged my father in some way that he wanted vengeance against, who knows? But he was the one who was found torn apart in the street that night. I barely even needed any guidance from him to do that. We were acting almost as one from then on."
She shivered again, more tears falling.
"After that, it was as though I was truly possessed. Perhaps the young innocent Sanna truly died that day, replaced by the monster she had always feared. I no longer resisted him, I barely even needed any direction any more. Perhaps some part of me even began to take pride in my abilities. Sometimes extra troops were sent to the city in response to calls for help, once even an Initiate Kai and a Brother of the Crystal Star came to search the city. But I could avoid the guards easily, and the Kai and the Mage couldn't detect me, as I didn't register as a Dark creature to their searching senses. And they weren't looking for a fledgeling Kai. The idea never occurred to them."
She paused and wiped her tattered tunic sleeve across her eyes with a quick rough motion, as though annoyed at allowing her tears release.
"Then one day, when the war against Gnaag was in its final days, he took me away from Anskaven and to another city, a much bigger one. I never found out exactly what he had planned to do, but he wanted to take something that was in that city and he wanted me to help. I knew it had to be something important, because he had never gone with me on a job before. We were working together. Our target was the large crystal tower in the centre of the city. The City was Toran, and we were going to infiltrate the Crystal Spyre and steal something from the Brotherhood of the Crystal Star.
But something went wrong. Something that even he hadn't foreseen.
The guards in the tower knew we were coming, and they were ready for us. My father tried to fight against capture, using me to help. The blade he carried could pierce through their magical shields as though they didn't even exist, and he struck down several of them. Finally, enchanted defences, the ones Valador showed us, were activated, entrapping my father in some sort of waterfall that flowed down from the ceiling, freezing solid around him.
The psychic link between us broke at that point and I fell unconscious."
A hint of a smile crossed Swift's face as she looked up at the moon again.
"You might have expected me to wake up again in chains in a dungeon somewhere. Or on my way to be thrown into the Shadow Gate for my crimes.
But I wasn't chained. There were no guards. I woke up in a comfortable room at the top of the tower, my weapons had been taken away, but I wasn't restrained in any way.
There was a man there with me. He told me his name was Banedon and questioned me about myself."
A hint of tears appeared in her eyes again.
"I told him about myself. I had no reason not to after all. And despite knowing what I was, about what I had done, he... He was kind to me. He explained what my father had done to me, and of the powers within me that gave me the abilities I had. Then, the next day he introduced me to Grand Master Lone Wolf.
And the rest is history as they say. The Grand Master took me back to the Monastery and gave me a second chance, a new purpose to use my abilities in the service of the Light. By then I fully understood everything that had happened, and as much as I hated myself for taking part in it, I realised it was a chance to atone for what I had done. To make some amends for the innocent blood I had spilled."
She reached down to her belt and drew out the Jade Spike, slowly turning the blade around in her hands.
"Before I left Toran, Banedon gave me this. It was the magical blade my father had used. My inheritance you might say. Banedon said that it belonged to me now, that I could be the one to redeem it. It's only now, thanks to what Silver Raven taught me that I think I understand what he meant. Back then, this weapon was just a symbol of something I had escaped. I had survived, and he was finally gone from my life."
She tucked the dagger back into her belt again and glanced quickly towards the others but looked away again.
"The stories of the Ghost of Anskaven gradually became nothing more than rumours exaggerated and clouded by the circumstances of the Gnaag Wars. Old stories told by old men around tavern firesides. Some still feared that the nightmare would return one day, but obviously it never did. The mind was dead and the body had turned to a new path."
She paused and wiped her sleeve across her eyes again.
"So now you know the real me. I'm no hero, I've killed more innocents than even some Darklanders could lay claim to. I believe Valador wanted his own deadly little puppet and hoped I would be willing to resume that path under his command."
She looked up at the others again, her eyes quickly darting from person to person, stopping on Sun Fox.
"So, do you still consider me as one of you?"
OOC: Phew... Ultimate Wall of Text! :) Not sure I managed to get it anywhere near as emotional as it was when she told it to Silver Raven, but I hope I got it ok :)
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