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killtheempireTen years ago, the Empire fell to revolution. Thousands died as the streets ran with blood, corrupt nobility was put to the sword, and a thousand years of tyranny came to an end. The administration that followed may not have been perfect, but the scars of war are starting to fade and it is generally agreed that life for the average citizen is better. The greatest soldiers of the revolution are remembered and idolized as great war heroes.
LESS honored, was the feared organization of assassins known as Night Raid that paved the way for the revolution. Few know the full extent of their deeds, if they know of them at all. Most think they were violent killers for hire, capitalizing on the chaos of the revolutionary era. Perhaps most feared of all was Akame, the Red Eyed Killer. It is generally accepted that they were all killed in the confusion, or executed for war crimes afterwards, and everyone sleeps a little more sound at night knowing that such deadly, vicious murderers have no place in the new regime.
In a town along the western frontier of the reborn Empire, trade with the western tribes flourishes. Some of the cities in this region are the fastest growing anywhere anyone can think of, and this is no exception. Almost unnoticed among the crowds of merchants, soldiers of fortune, farmers, tradesmen and officials, a woman trudges along, face hidden beneath a straw hat as she munches idly on a rice ball. She stops and glances up at a tavern along main street. Well, she's been walking for a long time, and her feet are weary. Maybe it's time to rest for a few days. She shifted the long curved sword at her hip slightly and made for the front door.
Who will she meet here? Old friends? Old enemies? Maybe someone new, to whom the war was just a distant memory?
LESS honored, was the feared organization of assassins known as Night Raid that paved the way for the revolution. Few know the full extent of their deeds, if they know of them at all. Most think they were violent killers for hire, capitalizing on the chaos of the revolutionary era. Perhaps most feared of all was Akame, the Red Eyed Killer. It is generally accepted that they were all killed in the confusion, or executed for war crimes afterwards, and everyone sleeps a little more sound at night knowing that such deadly, vicious murderers have no place in the new regime.
In a town along the western frontier of the reborn Empire, trade with the western tribes flourishes. Some of the cities in this region are the fastest growing anywhere anyone can think of, and this is no exception. Almost unnoticed among the crowds of merchants, soldiers of fortune, farmers, tradesmen and officials, a woman trudges along, face hidden beneath a straw hat as she munches idly on a rice ball. She stops and glances up at a tavern along main street. Well, she's been walking for a long time, and her feet are weary. Maybe it's time to rest for a few days. She shifted the long curved sword at her hip slightly and made for the front door.
Who will she meet here? Old friends? Old enemies? Maybe someone new, to whom the war was just a distant memory?
