Enter the Vein Cut

Well, what do we have here?
This is the story of an unfortunate sinister dark Elf. The name is Askarion.
Born, like so many, in the pits under the great dark city, he was nothing special.
One of many, he just went along the crowd, going with the flow.
After a few years, following his siblings, he managed to get his hands on a nice piece of armor.
He scrached the remains out of the plates, licked the blood of the sharp edges, as any Drukhari would,
and defended his treasure, until he finally had a complete suit.
In secret, he put on the Armor, dreaming of beeing a Kabalite. Sure, he already killed some others.
Thats the way of the true dark kin, so it doesnt even came to mind...
But now, wearing a full Suit of Armor, killing was so much easier, trusting sharp edges into vital points,
Crushing organs, or just sqeezing the last bit of live out of an unprepared victim.
Decades passed. Poor little Askarion grew stronger and eventually he joined a Gang.
He was more the obedient type, doing the dirty work: get rid of them, leave no evidence.
Whatever he was told, he did. Askarion was the ultimate tool.
A few hundred years later, Askarion was still the tool of murder.
No evidence, no clues, just a cold body. And a Drukhari, licking the blood of his armor.


This is Askarion. In the future they will call him Rhekyt of the red Tear.