[AVALOR – EASTERN PLAINS]
[Later the Same Day]
"So, let me get this straight…each dungeon is unique and does not re-spawn in the same location? So even if we wanted to…we can't go back and fight the bear?" Arthos asked confused.
"Yes, that a unique feature of Avalor…the dungeons never respawn the same way and at the same place. That's why there are hardly any Youtube videos with walkthroughs…they are useless to make." Wain answered.
"This is the spot…our fourth dungeon option for tomorrow." Kristan said to the group
"Is it just me…or does this place feel odd. The other locations all had heroes hunting in the fields near the dungeon gates…this place is empty. In fact, I haven't seen anyone for a while now." Arthos said seriously.
Like ghosts magically appearing, three figures suddenly appeared holding knives to Arthos and Kristan's throats.
"What? Who are you? Where did you come from?" Arthos asked bewildered…they were completely caught by surprise. No one heard or felt the invisible assailants approach.
"Nobody move…don't try to do anything heroic or stupid…no one needs to die here." One of the cloaked figures said. The three figures wore dark cloaks and a hooded shroud that completely covered their body and head.
"We just want to Dungeon Raid ticket…we saw you in town with it…so don't pretend you don't know what we are talking about."
"Hand us the ticket…and we will be on our way…no need to waste your life."
Huhhh!
One of the three assailants made a muffled sound as he dropped his knife and desperately grabbed his neck…blood poured out profusely like a punctured water tank…sprouting red liquid everywhere. Within a few seconds, the assailant dropped to the floor dead.
Startled and caught by surprised the other two attackers pulled out additional knives with their other hand and prepared for combat as they scanned their surroundings.
"Shit…it's an assassin," one of the attackers said right before three knives pierced his chest. He let out a painful cry and collapsed on the floor.
The third and final attacker, dropped his weapons in surrender as he quickly fled the field. A few seconds later, three knives managed to knock him down as they pierced his back.
The party was startled by the sudden and unexpected turn of event. They looked around unable to detect where those attacks came from.
A cloaked figure wearing a black mask suddenly appeared a few feet away from the group. He wore a dark gray shirt and black pants under the cloak…the fabric appeared both light and flexible, able to move without sound…and without catching light.
"Thank you, you saved…" Arthos was cut-off from completing his sentence.
"You talk too much…and your group is too noisy. Those three thugs were following you since you left the city…and I bet none of you noticed a thing." The assassin spoke with calculated precision.
"Who were those guys?" Kristan asked.
"Nobodies…small fries. Just some thugs that thought you were an easy mark. Had they been real assassins, you would be died."
"Well, thank you again. You saved us…and you have our gratitude. Is there anything we can do…" Arthos said unable to complete his sentence. His mind immediately recalled the object that the assailants were after…the Dungeon Raid ticket. The group's life was worth more than a single raid ticket.
"We are even now," the masked hero said. He slowly lifted his hands to his face and removed his mask revealing his identity. Behind the mask was a young face with dark perceptive eyes and long dark hair.
"Wait…I know you…are you the blind boy from the diner?" Arthos asked in disbelief as he immediately recognized the face.
"My name is Percy…Percy Veil," the masked assassin said.
"Veil as in the 'Night Veil'?" Hector asked.
"The 'Night Veil'…who is that?" Arthos asked confused.
"Come on…don't tell me you haven't heard of the 'Night Veil'…he's an infamous PKer from the Executioners guild…the guild that specializes in PKing and assassinations." Wain answered nervously.
The Night Veil was indeed an infamous player. It was rumored that he single-handedly wiped out an entire guild after a dungeon raid dispute arose with a rival guild.
"I don't do that anymore…and I am no longer affiliated with the Executioners," Percy replied with a slight tone of annoyance.
"Tomorrow, we plan to raid this dungeon. You should join us." Arthos offered.
"No thanks…I will pass." Percy said as he walked away. In a blink of an eye, he suddenly vanished into thin air.
"Cool!" Wain commented in appreciation.