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TADA!!!
Alright so it isn't the best thing in the world but I'm pretty happy with it right now. I've included a little bit of the story for the scene. The story isn't refined or fleshed out completely yet. But I thought you guys might like a little description instead of just the standard "Mask of Sorrows pic again".
Story, character design, and pic by me!
Stanford Walker II
aka The Undone Man

Assassin Attack:
At first the king wondered who had the nerve to call him by his true name. No one across the land dared to greet him by any title other than those suitable for a man of his stature. Peering through the darkness of his bedchambers he found the rogue and smiled to himself. An assassin. How quaint. He had not been subjected to an assassin attack in quite some time. Tonight was going to be an interesting night.
The first thing the king noticed was the would be killer’s weapons. Two short handled scythe styled blades. He then took note of how there was not a drop of blood on the blades. This either meant that it was an inside job, or this assassin was skilled enough in stealth to make it past his majesty’s elite guard unscathed. This was neither here nor there to the king. He had taken down many the assassin with his own bare hands. His renown as a warrior king was not an unfounded one.
As the killer charged through the dark with unnatural silence and speed the king’s interesting night turned to one of terror. For the king then had clear view of what he truly faced. Affixed to the murderer’s face was that accursed mask. It was a doomed and damming visage known as the Mask of Sorrows. The king trembled as the mask’s one eye glared at him. That judgmental and condemning eye, unblinking, unwavering, and unforgiving. Years and years of his own sins and damnations were reflected back upon him and just before vengeance pierced his heart with a cold blade the king could only think about how the shadow cast by his attacker was as red as freshly spilled blood.
It was not a mere rogue that spoke his name. It was absolution calling him to judgment.

Description
TADA!!!
Alright so it isn't the best thing in the world but I'm pretty happy with it right now. I've included a little bit of the story for the scene. The story isn't refined or fleshed out completely yet. But I thought you guys might like a little description instead of just the standard "Mask of Sorrows pic again".
Story, character design, and pic by me!
Stanford Walker II
aka The Undone Man

Assassin Attack:
At first the king wondered who had the nerve to call him by his true name. No one across the land dared to greet him by any title other than those suitable for a man of his stature. Peering through the darkness of his bedchambers he found the rogue and smiled to himself. An assassin. How quaint. He had not been subjected to an assassin attack in quite some time. Tonight was going to be an interesting night.
The first thing the king noticed was the would be killer’s weapons. Two short handled scythe styled blades. He then took note of how there was not a drop of blood on the blades. This either meant that it was an inside job, or this assassin was skilled enough in stealth to make it past his majesty’s elite guard unscathed. This was neither here nor there to the king. He had taken down many the assassin with his own bare hands. His renown as a warrior king was not an unfounded one.
As the killer charged through the dark with unnatural silence and speed the king’s interesting night turned to one of terror. For the king then had clear view of what he truly faced. Affixed to the murderer’s face was that accursed mask. It was a doomed and damming visage known as the Mask of Sorrows. The king trembled as the mask’s one eye glared at him. That judgmental and condemning eye, unblinking, unwavering, and unforgiving. Years and years of his own sins and damnations were reflected back upon him and just before vengeance pierced his heart with a cold blade the king could only think about how the shadow cast by his attacker was as red as freshly spilled blood.
It was not a mere rogue that spoke his name. It was absolution calling him to judgment.