AshAssin crawled along the beam, beneath him gathered the worst enemies of the faith, ancient and decrepit creatures, some even bore witness to the coming of The First Allen and yet they rebelled, preaching against the true believers, using magic and skills while frolicking with Feral monsters and Guildless Humans.
This abomination must not be allowed to linger, but AshAssin could not take on these powerful foes on his own, he had to pass on the knowlege of their betrayal, allowing Guildless rapists and murderers to wonder around the Conclave safe lands, where they could unleash their deviance without repercaution from their peers.
Dropping outside the little unmarked house AshAssin ran up the wall of its neighbour to the roof, using sharp claws to find holds where none should be, on the roof he was tackled by a guard, rolling across the slanted tiles AshAssin released his heat through the magma scales embedded in his hide, legacy of his feral Paternal Ancestor, a real dragon from ancient times, the guard hissed in pain and release its hold on AshAssin who rolled out of reach in the darkness.
Black hide with even darker scales spread in a camouflage pattern hid him from sight, using his natural heat dispersion capability he was soon invisible for heat sensors as well and slipped down to the next roof, his fire mark was distinct, if ever he would stumble across the guard in daylight he would know how they got that scar and he would deal the killing blow to the unbeliever scum.
Running adjacent to the walls of houses he soon left that area of the city, picking up his pack from a hidden nook AshAssin donned on his ceremonial robes and blended in with the night traffic, the temple was allways open for him, being orphaned at a younger age and raised by the elders he heard the old legends from people that were there when dragons dominated the peaks of mountains and Players needed armies to even consider attacking one.
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Kings of the heavens no more, now the few remaining dragons were used as riding beasts to powerful Players or hidden in the bowels of the crystal temple where they were safe from slavery by greedy Players, legends spoke of islands ruled by the Pirate Emperor where Dragons and other monsters roamed free but AshAssin had no hope to ever go anywhere near those lands even though he saw the Emperor once, he was not impressed by the scarred image of the Allen lookalike, the Allen of AshAssin's dreams was a mighty dragon whose roar shattered mountains and brought the ancients to their knees with a stern look.
Noticing Gem walking with Staffson again AshAssin decided to stay away from the troublemaker this time, the girl admitted to using magic, she was probably going to be executed tonight and thats why the elders were here, AshAssin liked her before she started causing all sorts of trouble, she even pulled him from a tough spot with Tauran and Kalish that he wasn't sure would have let a nameless orphan go so easily without the rich girl's intervention, but the law said to kill all Ferals before they turned and started a new plague, and AshAssin was training under his ancestress Oracle to hunt and kill all of them, so he wasn't going to be sad when his only friend was executed to protect the whole conclave.
Feeling his eyes itch and his scales burning AshAssin walked quickly through the corridors in a different direction, going to the one place where he found peace, the crystal shrine, when he found the doors locked he didn't hesitate, going the long way around through the alcove and behind the holy carvings through the ancient portal room took longer than he expected and he returned to the room just in time to see BoneSmith, his favorite elder after Oracle trying to smash the crystal and fail.