it was a dark, rainy night. Eynalis, as usually, wanderd around Norwood Forest. He had a bad feeling... He knew somthing bad wasa about to happend. Then, he heard the sound of a horse. He heard the quick steps, and the moving armor. The noise, was coming to Eynalis. It goes stronger and stronger each passing moment.
"Hiah!!" sayed the rider as he approached Eynalis. That word, "Hiah", stopped the horse. He could see that the horse is an undead. He could see the dark, black and purple armor on the horse. it was decorated with skulls all over it. The rider, was an undead, too. He also had the same armor - black and purple, with skulls on the shoulders and kneels. He had a shield - at the shape of a skull. And a scary sword, with a lot of teeths. The sword had a skull on it's handle, and it was glowing with a purple glow. The rider was helmless, with a long, white hair, that comes down from his head to his chest. Eynalis could see that there are no reins - the horse is controlled by though. The rider staired at Eynalis, with a serius look. After a second, ten zombies came after the horseman.

"Greetings, Eynalis. I come in the name of the Dark Master. You start to show a bit of... Unloyalty. Therfore, he got a mission for you. If you fail, you will end like one of them." said the dark rider, pointing at one of the zombies." Your task is to go to the Dark Lands. In Kaemas Isle, lives a powerfull drow mage, Mishal Zerrak his name. The master wants him dead. Bring the corpse to the Black Tower. Now, move out!!" as he finished talking, he started to ride forward Eynalis - the oppiste direction from the place he came. The zombies runned after him, and one of them knocked Eynalis to the ground. They soon circled him, and staired at him with their pathetic faces. Then, the dark rider came. "I allmost forgot - the Master wants to reward you for your loyalty...In kind."
The dark rider retunred his sword back to the handle, and took out a small relic. It looked like a wand with a skull on its tip. He pointed it to Eynalis, and soon the eyes of the relic glowed with green smoke. Ah!!! Eynalis yelled. It was a magical artifact - it causes great pain to undead. It was that powerfull, because undead can't fill anything. Eynalis yelled, and his vision started to fade. He could here the rider laughs, and his sight tunred black. He passed out. About an hour later, he woke up. It was a shiny morning... He started his rush walk to the dark lands, and after a week got there. After a few more days, he took a bout to the isle, but he forgot one thing - The mage cannot be treated alone. So here he is, searching for help.
Is there anyone out here that can kill someone for me? An assasin maybe?