Black Tom knows the darkest secrets of the Accordlands. From the shadows he strides, bringing fear and death. Those who follow him know no mercy - theya re the elite among rogues, the finest blads that money can buy.
They are called the Nightwalkers - the rogue elite. They are agents within a guild that spans the nations of the Accord, a guild led by a deadly assassin known only as Black Tom.
Never turn your back on a sharpened blade.
"Night is the darker half of life, Logan. Never turn your back on it. Or me." (Assassination)
"Our trade is death, Hassimal, not gold. See that the King of Toheuth remembers that. Begin with his brother." - Black Tom
"Logan led the Baraxton thieves; Black Tom is master to the whole guild of the Accordlands. I don't want to know what they have against each other. It'd just led to knives in dark alleys, and I'd rather stay alive." -Basil Nemis
"The difference between me and you, Tom, is an understanding of honor." snarled Logan. "You're wrong, boy," Black Tom grinned, sharpening his knife. "The difference is that I will still be alive in a year."