A snipet

This is a story I started a little while ago that never went anywhere. But I like this and I like the character here, so I might use him somewhere else. He reminds me of one of David's mighty men of war sorta thing. I wanted a character who could fight so hard and so long that he couldn't let go of his sword. So I made Tavarius.


Silently shadows slipped over the forst-covered ground. Korax Tavarius slowly drew his sword, his breath remaining even and sure. He'd done this far too many times before. There were two score of his prey to a line advancing through the night. Not really his enemies, he was only earning his living through their deaths.
Absently, he wondered if any of the six hundred had spotted him yet, though they were not looking for one man lying alone on a night like this. Covered in his light gray cloak, he knew he was nearly as invisible as any spell could have made him. His sword simply looking like a bit of snow glinting in the moonlight. They never saw him.
Waiting till the host was about twenty feet away, Korax sprang to his feet, rushing to meet them. There was no battlecry that poured from his lips - he had none - as he dealt out silent death. They fell easily to his skill and flashing katana. Soon, almost too soon, they were all dead, their blood staining the snow crimson.
For a moment, Korax stood looking at them, filing them away with the hundreds and thousands of others. But his money was waiting for him. Gripping the jade talismen that hung from his neck, he chanted a moment and in a quick flash, he was back in his room at the Blue Starlight Tavern.
He washed his face and hands, put on a fresh tunic and descended the stairs to the common room. A glowing fire greeted him as the dry wood crackled loudly. His light blue eyes scanned the room for his contact, but apparently they had underestimated his abilities. With an inward shrug, he sat down at the table and ordered his dinner along with a mug of the innkeeper's best ale. He doubted it would be better than the city's worst, but it would have to do.
Soon he was engulfing the mediocre meal, while half-listening to a barmaid sing the tale of Gradus and Tilone. She had a fair voice and a pleasant shape, but the story was not his favorite. A man throwing away his life for a woman? And not only that, but a woman who didn't love him? To Korax, that was beyond idiocy, but he had little time to dwell on it. His contact arrived with the same swagering, self-involved look of uncertain pride that he always had. The combination of his unconfindent manner coupled with his alarmingly forward arrogance made Korax keep their conversations short and to the point. Even more so than normal.
Darond sat down at the table with a grin like they were old friends and ordered a drink. "I guess I should have listened. Didn't think you could really pull it off quite so fast." Reminding himself one more time that the man was a sufficient go-between, Korax let the comment slide.
"My money."
"What? That's it? You don't want to tell me how you did it?"
"Darond, if I told you, showed you, and trained you, you still wouldn't be capable of what I am." It was disgust more than pride that prompted the statement. Standing, Korax extended his hand and Darond was at least smart enough to hand over the bag of gold coins without further prodding. Having finished his meal and acquired his living, Tavarius retired to his room for the night. He would have to make his way back to the city to find another job. And for that trip he would need a good amount of supplies and for the weather to hold.
Laying down on the bed without removing his clothes or using the blankets, he glanced out the window. It was a clear night and cold. The weather was changing almost too quickly. He had no doubt the snow would fly soon, and once it started there would be no leaving the valley. Not even his magic could get him through the snow-covered pass of Tharon.