Ему придется скрываться здесь, он не вернеться в Нанда Парбат. Ему двадцать три, его натаскивали лучшие убийцы со всего мира. Реджинальд вступил в “Лигу” чтобы научиться защищать себя, но теперь он понял что может защищать других. Эта мысль стала свежим глотком воздуха, тем толчком что заставил его проснуться. Каким же слепцом он был, думая что “Лига” служит высшим целям. Все это лишь инструмент в руках Рас Аль Гула чтобы делать что-угодно что взбредет в его бессмертную голову. С этого момента, он сам будет себе хозяином. А Готэм будет отличным местом...для начала.
Спустя пару месяцев...
За последние пару месяцев, Реджинальд понял что Готэм подобно реке, постоянно меняется. В полицейском участке новый капитан, Натаниэль Барнс. Он уже назначил награду в десять тысяч долларов за Реджи. Он был готов к тому что люди примут его как угрозу которую надо элиминировать, как еще одного психа которые плодятся в Готэме. Как только на улице пошли слухи о человеке который без шума убирает особо опасных преступников и без труда уходит от полиции, преступные семьи обратили на него свое внимание. Спустя пару дней после поимки Джеймса Гордона за убийство Тео Галавана, Дон Фальконе захотел нанять его для вызволения детектива. Он отказался, добавив лишь что и так собирался помочь детективу. Пингвин пытался нанять его на постоянной основе, Реджи сказал что хоть он и является преступником в глазах закона, у него все же есть принципы которые он не предает. Пингвину это не понравилось, он лишь пригрозил Реджинальду что не поможет ему когда тот придет за помощью.
Лига Теней посылала своих людей дважды чтобы переубедить Реджинальда, известного как Фосса в кругах наемных убийц, вернуться в Лигу. Но он пока никого из своих не убивал, он бы сделал только хуже.
Он отошел за кулисы, перемотал время до того момента когда Брюс сам борется с преступностью. Он не до конца понимал что хочет делать в этом мире. Он хотел встретиться с величайшим детективом Готэма, хотел посмотреть в глаза человеку который вселяет праведный ужас в своих врагов. Но Реджи знает что сам Брюс боиться куда больше чем его враги.
Смена декораций…Надежда
The world was dying. This world is rotten from the inside. His soul has long been lost, but what happens to the world without a soul? In a world where the curse spread like an infection among people? It would start to go crazy. The world is swarmed by Hollows, once humane and now driven to a state of madness beings that have died so many times that there is nothing human left of them. These poor creatures with leftovers of their souls are roaming an ancient land which was once known as Drangleic Kingdom. There are a few humans that are desperately resisting the curse of becoming a Hollow. But the curse is tricky, the only way to remain human and to preserve your soul is by feeding off of other souls. Fate is ironic indeed.
The only value left in this world is power, power that comes from the remnants of the First Flame. Undead Hollows cherish every piece of flame that they can have. Bearers of the Undead Curse that are still clinging to their consciousness are not having many options. They either try to go along the path of many Hollows by trying to slay creatures with Great Souls and gain their powers or live out the rest of their time in peace. There is not much for them to choose if you think about it.
Marten was once serving as the Black Hand, an excessively trained assassin who would carry out the will of his king and the king after and so on. To date, only three Black Hands were known to exist. Marten was not really eager to reveal his true self by going to Drangleic but he had to. Marten traversed many lands in order to fulfill his king’s will. In one of his quests he visited a distant land called Mirrah. Land of legendary warriors and unsurpassed fencers. In one of many fights he was saved by a female warrior, her name was Lucatiel. She had long blonde hair wrapped in a ponytail and a face the likes of which Marten never saw before. He fell in love with her as soon as he saw her fight. There was a saying in the land of Mirrah that states: “Show me how you fight and I will tell what kind of a person you are.” At that battle Marten realized the true meaning of this saying. She was fighting like the whole world depended on her sword and shield. Every strike was full of energy and determination, she knew what she was fighting for and she didn’t hesitate in saving his life. Nobody ever did anything for him selflessly.
He was only lucky to talk with her right after the fight to thank her. Lucatiel was moving out to a distant Kingdom called Drangleic. She was curious to know how it is to live the life of a royal assassin, to travel from land to land, make peculiar acquaintances and slay mighty beasts. Although, throughout their conversation, she seemed worried about something, she looked like something is amiss but when Marten asked her if everything is good with her, she said that everything is alright. Lucatiel even suggested to help him if he will be around Drangleic. Last time Marten saw her was the next day after the battle. She was ready to go out in the morning. She had worn the armor of the Knights of Mirrah: dark-blue armor with gold monograms on it, white shirt underneath, maroon trousers, a dark-blue broad-brimmed hat, dark-brown leather gloves and boots of the same colour. On her back there could be seen a hilt of her greatsword and a round shield. Marten was surprised to see that Lucatiel’s face was covered by a mask with a bearded man on it. She was probably trying to go away quietly but was taken aback when Marten called her.
What are you doing here so early? Wanted to talk to you. Are you going already?Yes, I have no time to sit around. Can I come with you?Why would you want to go with me to that forsaken kingdom? Because I want to help you, I know that we met only yesterday but, Lucatiel. You saved my life, selflessly. Nobody, never did such a thing for me without further benefit for themselves. I...you are a good person and I wish to help you, as much as I can. You don’t understand what you are asking about. It’s...impossible. I have to do this alone, this is my quest and mine alone. Why? Can you at least tell me what you have to do? And why in such a hurry? All I can tell you is that I need to find my brother, Aslatiel. Only he will help me.With what?You don’t want to know...Thank you for your kind words, Marten but I have to go. What is so grim that you wish not to tell me? In such trying times we need to stand united and not be separated. What about the mask? - he tried to reach her shoulder but she pulled back as if he wanted to hurt her.Don’t touch me! I don’t want anybody else to be...to share my fate. I have to go. Maybe we will see each other again, Marten. May the flame guide you.