The city of Volnyr was a sprawling labyrinth of narrow alleys, shadowed courtyards, and whispered secrets. Beneath its glittering surface, poison flowed through its veins—Black Scale agents weaving their webs, hidden behind smiles and silken words.
Mylara moved like a ghost.
Mission 1: The Poisoner's Den
Under the cloak of midnight, Mylara slipped through a network of forgotten tunnels beneath the merchant quarter. Rumors whispered of a Black Scale poisoner, a master of deadly brews who had been assassinating loyalists with untraceable toxins.
The tunnels reeked of damp stone and decay, but Mylara's senses were razor sharp. Ahead, muffled voices echoed.
Crouching behind crates of stolen spices, she spotted two cloaked figures speaking in coded tongues. One handed a vial to the other—emerald liquid shimmering dangerously.
With silent grace, Mylara unsheathed a thin throwing knife, and sent it spinning through the air. It struck the nearer man's throat, dropping him instantly.
Chaos erupted.
The second figure lunged, blade flashing. Mylara parried, then rolled, slashing across his side before disappearing into the shadows. The hunt had begun.
For hours she tracked him through twisting alleys, until cornering him near the docks. A fierce duel followed, Mylara's agility and precision overwhelming the poisoner. With a final strike, she ended the threat—and secured a vial of the deadly toxin as evidence.
Mission 2: The Whispered Ledger
The next target was a Black Scale informant rumored to hold a ledger listing traitors and sympathizers within Volnyr. The ledger was said to be hidden in a locked chest inside a heavily guarded noble's villa.
Disguised as a servant, Mylara infiltrated the villa during a lavish feast. Her steps were light, her eyes scanning every shadowed corner.
Inside the study, the chest sat beneath a tapestry embroidered with the sigil of House Talor, Vaeron's wary ally. Picking the lock with nimble fingers, Mylara uncovered the ledger—a brittle tome filled with names, dates, and secret codes.
Before she could escape, footsteps approached. Mylara slipped into a hidden passage, heart pounding as guards swept the study, unaware their secrets had been stolen.
Mission 3: The Silent Signal
Using the ledger, Mylara identified a secret meeting point in the abandoned catacombs beneath the city. There, the Black Scales planned to exchange critical intelligence.
As dusk settled, Mylara and a small band of loyal operatives prepared an ambush.
From the shadows, they watched as cloaked figures arrived, their voices low but urgent.
The strike was swift and brutal. Mylara's daggers found throats before alarms could be raised. The captured enemies were interrogated, revealing a deeper conspiracy—one that reached even into Vaeron's closest advisers.
The Cost of Shadows
Each mission chipped away at the Black Scale's hold, but Mylara felt the weight of unseen eyes. Trust grew thinner. Every shadow could hide an enemy.
Returning to Vaeron with news and proof, she saw the toll on his face—the burden of a lord fighting wars on all fronts.
"Mylara," Vaeron said quietly, "your courage is the flame in this darkness. But remember, even the brightest fire casts the deepest shadows."