Night Stalker: The Shadow of Necrulencia
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When the Belurocian Empire joined the rebellion against the Chaos Empire, Barashkukor, the dark warlord of the southern lands, knew that the uprising needed a swift and decisive victory. To achieve this, he sent a contingent of his most elite warriors, the Darkguard, to liberate the city of Necrulencia. Among them was the legendary assassin known only as the Night Stalker—a name whispered in fear by both friend and foe alike.
The Night Stalker was an enigma, cloaked in shadows with an air of danger surrounding him. His true name, Jasch Mochmul, was known only to a few, but to the world, he was simply the embodiment of fear. An orc with onyx skin and eyes that glowed with a ghostly light, Jasch had once been a common warrior in the legions of Beluroc, but his ruthless cunning and unmatched skill in the art of assassination had elevated him to the rank of Darkguard.
The mission was simple in its design but complex in its execution: assassinate the Chaos Legion’s commander in Necrulencia, strike fear into the hearts of their soldiers, and destabilize the occupation. The Darkguard, a fearsome band of warriors, believed in the sheer brutality of their tactics. They cared little for collateral damage or the suffering of the civilians, confident that their power alone would crush any opposition.
But Jasch Mochmul—Night Stalker—saw things differently. As they prepared to move under the cover of darkness, he voiced his concerns. “If we strike down their commander,” he said, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, “we may break the chain of command, but we will harden their resolve. The people of Necrulencia will suffer for it.”
The Darkguard laughed at his words. They were warriors of the shadows, feared across the lands for their ruthless efficiency. To them, Jasch's caution seemed weak. “We are the Darkguard,” they spat. “We do not fear consequences. Our mission is victory, no matter the cost.”
Jasch’s sharp eyes narrowed. He knew the Darkguard were blinded by their arrogance, but he had seen the cruelty of the Chaos Empire up close. He had witnessed the aftermath of their retribution—burnt villages, families slaughtered in the name of vengeance. He refused to be the instrument of that destruction.
That night, while the rest of the Darkguard slithered through the city’s shadowed streets with bloodlust in their hearts, Jasch took a different path. He moved like a ghost through Necrulencia’s alleyways, unseen and unheard, blending into the darkness that had earned him his infamous moniker. He had a different target in mind—not the Chaos Legion’s commander, but their supply lines.
Jasch knew that an army without supplies would crumble faster than any blade to the throat could bring. And so, he sabotaged their weapons caches, set fire to their food stores, and poisoned the wells that fed their encampments. It was a quieter form of warfare, but infinitely more effective.
As the Chaos Legion grew weaker, so too did their grip on Necrulencia. Starving and demoralized, the soldiers began to turn on one another, their discipline fraying with every passing day. The people of Necrulencia, inspired by the sudden weakness of their oppressors, began to rise in rebellion. They sabotaged the remaining supply lines, ambushed patrols, and spread chaos throughout the city.
The Darkguard’s mission, meanwhile, had failed spectacularly. Their attempt to assassinate the commander had ended in disaster, with most of them being slaughtered in a vicious counterattack. The few who survived returned to Barashkukor in disgrace, their arrogance shattered.
But Night Stalker remained in the shadows, watching as his plan unfolded. Necrulencia was liberated not through brute force, but through calculated precision and the spirit of rebellion he had helped ignite among its people.
When the city was finally free, the name Night Stalker became a legend. Whispers of the orc assassin who had saved Necrulencia spread far and wide, but no one knew where he had gone. Some said he still walked the streets of the city, watching over its people like a silent guardian. Others believed he had returned to the depths of Beluroc, waiting for the next battle to fight.
But Jasch Mochmul had learned something in Necrulencia—sometimes, true strength came not from wielding power, but from knowing when not to use it. And in the shadows, he remained, ever watchful, ever vigilant, waiting for the next time the world would need the Night Stalker.
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