The Marked Guardian: A New World

Dunwall, a city falling apart due to a rat plague, is now a battleground for thugs, guardsmen, and assassins. When people aren't fighting on the streets, the rats are there to clean up the bloody mess left behind. Jobs are also going down one after another, but one job promises to stay as long as there are people willing to pay. Daud's assassins run the streets from the shadows and always get there target when told. They stay loyal to one another like a family and Daud tends to keep it that way.

One assassin however, doesn't think of it that way. Scot Wilson's life has been a living hell ever since the plague hit Dunwall. He was evicted from his home, lost his job, and his family got infected and are ether dead, or walking corpses everyone calls weepers. He lost his life on that day and had no hope left, until the Outsider found him. He was given a mark that granted him power, and was told that his story would come to pass. He just needed to wait.

Now he is tired of waiting. Tired of holding his secret from everyone, so he heads to Daud to talk.

Scot: Daud.

Daud: Scot. Have you done your part yet?

Suddenly, everything stopped. Everything was frozen in time, except Scot. He already knew this was the Outsider's doing. He just didn't know why. Then the Outsider answered him.

Here you are now, standing towards Daud, ready to finally reveal your mark and show that you are different from the rest. You have been a puppet in this small city, and you have been played. Played by the plague that thrives in Dunwall, played by the guards who you thought protected your rights, and played by the life that you picked for yourself. You have been played like a puppet in a workshop, and now you stand on your own authority to change that. You have a new life ahead of you, but you need to reach for it. What will you do, I wonder?

Well?

Yes, I have. May I have a word?

In another land, in the dream of a purple princess, the images of shadowy figures and swords, of battles and deaths, and of a figure in a black, gold trimmed cloak and a golden mask, kept repeating one after another. As she finally wakes from her dream in a panicked state, she hears a name faintly called out. Though she couldn't tell what this name was or what it all meant, she feels as though it would be important in the future.

If the Outsider wills it to be, than I cannot change that. You are free to gather your things and leave as you may.

Thank you. Best of luck to you.

Yes, good luck to you too. Wherever your sent to.

Scot starts to head out, but before Scot gets a chance to leave...

Before you leave, there are a few bone charms stashed away with your items. Consider it a farewell gift.

I'll remember to grab those. Thanks.

Scot gathers his things and starts to leave Dunwall on a boat he had hidden away for the occasion, when the guards spot him. Scot starts the engine fast enough to gain distance from them, but not fast enough for a well placed shot. One of the bullets goes through his shoulder, and his only elixir bottle was also shot. He was left bleeding out and drifting away from Dunwall. He escaped, though there was a price he had to pay in the end.

I'm afraid you are not finished yet. You have cut yourself from your strings and have made yourself a free man...mostly. I am taking you to another land that will need protection when the time comes. This is where your old life ends, and your true story begins.

As everything faded into the void, a name was faintly called. Though he could barely hear it, Scot could see a dark figure in a blue robe with a bloody sword. Then, only silence was left.