A rogue's past

" How much to stay here for the night?" the rogue asked the inn keeper. He looked at this hidden man with disgust, " A night is 20 gold. Take it or leave it your buisness to me is not very important." The rogue jumped around over the desk, grabbing the man and sticking a dagger by his throat,The dagger glistening from the candle lit room. "Ok! We dont want anyones blood spilled, especially mine. Ill give you the room for 5 gold." The rogue nodded and headed up to his room. "Its the one on the left at the top of the stairs!" the inn keeper yelled as the rogue disappeared. He entered, the room dark looking as if someone had just been murdered here. The room smelled as if Death himself stayed the night... He didnt mind it, however. He closed the door behind him. Taking off his hood, grabbed a chair and put it next to the window. It had been raining for months now, which was good because the land has had a sever drought. He sat down and started to stare out into the wilderness that surronded the inn. The rogue never dreamed, he merely just dreamt his past. He had been an assassin since he had just became of age to hold a sword. Usually being a mercenairy except for when he joined the nations army. The rogue had years of experience killing; however, for him he thought that his skill was being put to waste. Only killing for people who could pay the most, he usually just killed nobodies... people that didnt even matter, just people that someone had a grudge against. He wanted his special skill to have a purpose in life. As he looked out the window he slowly fell asleep.
He started to dream about the time just before he joined the army.
" No please!" It was to late the Rogue had slit his throat, Blood splashing all over the wall from the unlucky bastard. The contract was to kill this man because he had slept with the clients wife. It was the wifes own fault as much as it was his, Yet It didnt matter... If he was sent to kill this man, as long as the pay was good, he never asked any questions other than, " Where does he live." there was a pub the client had told him to meet him at located in the middle of the town. As he walked into the pub he saw some recruiters for the army and avoided them. He always tried to, they had their ways of... making people join. He had his ways of telling them no. " Follow me to the table in the back." Someone whispered into his ear. They went and sat down. The man took off his hood, It was the client and some... woman, most likely the wife. " Thank you for all you have done. That man was a nuisance." The rogue just nodded and asked, " Where is my gold?" The client responded," I have it all right here." He put out his hand and started to jiggle the bag. " First you have to tell me your..." before he could finish the recruiters came to their table, " Hello friends. If you would kindly sign the paper and come with us.... This will be alot easier." One of them put their hands on the rogue, " take them off if you wish to keep them." The recruiter laughed and went to pull him out of his seat. The rogue got up, quickly and swiftly pulled his daggers out and cut his hands off. He then pointed his daggers at the other recruiters, "If you wish the same fate as your friend... Come at me. If not leave and I will not kill you." The recruiters nodded and ran off, picking up their friend who was going to bleed to death because in the mix the rogue had cut his main artery in the left arm. "You wanted to know my name... Fine I will tell you. If you dare tell anyone; however, I will find you and kill you." The Client nodded, " So what is it?" "My name is... Sevoi." He grabbed the gold and headed outside the pub.

Sevoi exited the pub. When he did a bunch of the recruiters were waiting for him. "Oi, You cut my friend hands off and then he died. Join the army... we could use someone like you." Sevoi was cought off guard for a second. He was thinking... He was tired of being just a killer for these clients that had nothing but garbage comming his way. " Whats in it for me if I do?" Sevoi asked. " Every kill is 10 gold coins. You will be housed, given food and weapons... and who knows maybe you will even advance in rank." Sevoi always wanted his skills for a cause other than just normal means. "Fine... I will sign up." The Recruiter smirked, " You know what. Ill put in a good word for you... only because you seem like you mean buisness. Not like these other folk here." Sevoi looked at him, " What do you mean?" The recruiter looked at the villagers, " They arent fighters... We recruit atleast 10-50 people a day but our armies lose about 2000 a week... They arent fighters and this war is something we have never faced before." Sevoi also looked at the villagers, " I see your point." The recruiter put out his hand, in it held the papers he had to sign to join. Sevoi grabbed them and signed it. "Ok... Now hop in the wagon and get ready for a crazy ride." Sevoi nodded and hopped in.