Salitra - Palace
He had been watching the Palace for three days, three very long days.
Fade had never much liked the heat, ironic given the desert that surrounded his home, but up in the Arrek's things usually tended to be a bit more cool. Not that he had any trouble staying in the shade.
Still, three miserable days within the heat were certainly enough for him. He had figured out the guards routines, on the first two days, and then waited another just to be sure there was nothing he had missed. This was his first time in Salitra, and whoever had trained the men of the Palace had done an exceptionally good job. Though like every great fortress, there were places to slip in unseen.
The Old Man had always been quiet confident of that. So far, in Fade's experience at least, he had been right.
Thinking of the haggard old wretch made his stomach turn. Lips turning to a deep frown as he noticed he had been dragging his fingers over the tattoo on his shoulders again.
A long breath flowed into his lungs as he glanced over his shoulder, the dwindling light of the sun quickly beginning to disappear over the edges of the horizon. Twilight was coming, and with it the darkness that he needed to complete his mission. It seemed a foolish one to him, given how close Salitra lay to their own home, but Fade was not one to question.
No. He never questioned. He knew better.
He stared out ahead of him at the palace, watching the fading sunlight as dusk finally set upon the world. Darkness quickly fell upon Salitra, the cloudy sky and the lack of moon offering only the light of torches. Another hour passed as he allowed the sun to truly settle, and then, only then did the assassin finally jump from his perch.
Fade dove from up high, and as he tumbled through the air he turned once, and then twice before crashing to the ground in a remarkably silent roll. With two quick hops he moved on his feet, darting forward with full momentum. He sprinted, and then bounded up into the air, his hand briefly touching the outer wall of palace. Jumping into the gardens where knew the Guard had just passed by only two minutes ago. His swords never rattling as he continued his run through the path he had mapped out.
Heading directly towards his target.
He had been watching the Palace for three days, three very long days.
Fade had never much liked the heat, ironic given the desert that surrounded his home, but up in the Arrek's things usually tended to be a bit more cool. Not that he had any trouble staying in the shade.
Still, three miserable days within the heat were certainly enough for him. He had figured out the guards routines, on the first two days, and then waited another just to be sure there was nothing he had missed. This was his first time in Salitra, and whoever had trained the men of the Palace had done an exceptionally good job. Though like every great fortress, there were places to slip in unseen.
The Old Man had always been quiet confident of that. So far, in Fade's experience at least, he had been right.
Thinking of the haggard old wretch made his stomach turn. Lips turning to a deep frown as he noticed he had been dragging his fingers over the tattoo on his shoulders again.
A long breath flowed into his lungs as he glanced over his shoulder, the dwindling light of the sun quickly beginning to disappear over the edges of the horizon. Twilight was coming, and with it the darkness that he needed to complete his mission. It seemed a foolish one to him, given how close Salitra lay to their own home, but Fade was not one to question.
No. He never questioned. He knew better.
He stared out ahead of him at the palace, watching the fading sunlight as dusk finally set upon the world. Darkness quickly fell upon Salitra, the cloudy sky and the lack of moon offering only the light of torches. Another hour passed as he allowed the sun to truly settle, and then, only then did the assassin finally jump from his perch.
Fade dove from up high, and as he tumbled through the air he turned once, and then twice before crashing to the ground in a remarkably silent roll. With two quick hops he moved on his feet, darting forward with full momentum. He sprinted, and then bounded up into the air, his hand briefly touching the outer wall of palace. Jumping into the gardens where knew the Guard had just passed by only two minutes ago. His swords never rattling as he continued his run through the path he had mapped out.
Heading directly towards his target.
