My name is Oliver Queen. They called me Al Sahm Al Akhdar and for the past five years I have been an assassin. A killer. After the explosion on Lian Yu I was found by a woman. Nyssa. She brought me home to her father, to the League of Assassins.
R'as saw potential in me, saw the things I had learned from Slade and gave me a home. A purpose. So for five years I did his bidding. Killed who he told me to kill. I was his. I forgot my name and lived only for the next assignment, the next mission.
There were rumors in Nanda Parbat that he was going to call me his heir, the next Demon when he chose to step down. Naturally that didn't sit well with his daughters or the factions within the League that had no desire to see an outsider as their next leader. It didn't sit well with R'as when I refused to marry his daughter either. But how could I when I still remember her?
So I fought. I killed. I ran.
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When Oliver crawls onto the beach, he is exhausted. Broken and the only reason he hasn't bled to death is likely the salt water he had been floating in. His armor is gone, the only weapon he has left is a knife clutched in one hand. A knife meant for those who had betrayed him and dumped him in the water to die.
Another island. His thoughts are fragmented, scattered as he claws his way out of the surf. He wants to keep moving but his limbs have failed him.
If he survives, he will have his revenge. He will return to Nanda Parbat and he will kill everyone who stood against him. A small comfort as his world shifts from grey to black.
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They called me Al Sahm Al Akhdar and for the past five years I have been an assassin. A killer. After the explosion on Lian Yu I was found by a woman. Nyssa. She brought me home to her father, to the League of Assassins.
R'as saw potential in me, saw the things I had learned from Slade and gave me a home. A purpose. So for five years I did his bidding. Killed who he told me to kill. I was his. I forgot my name and lived only for the next assignment, the next mission.
There were rumors in Nanda Parbat that he was going to call me his heir, the next Demon when he chose to step down. Naturally that didn't sit well with his daughters or the factions within the League that had no desire to see an outsider as their next leader. It didn't sit well with R'as when I refused to marry his daughter either. But how could I when I still remember her?
So I fought.
I killed.
I ran.
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When Oliver crawls onto the beach, he is exhausted. Broken and the only reason he hasn't bled to death is likely the salt water he had been floating in. His armor is gone, the only weapon he has left is a knife clutched in one hand. A knife meant for those who had betrayed him and dumped him in the water to die.
Another island.
His thoughts are fragmented, scattered as he claws his way out of the surf. He wants to keep moving but his limbs have failed him.
If he survives, he will have his revenge.
He will return to Nanda Parbat and he will kill everyone who stood against him. A small comfort as his world shifts from grey to black.