Open Chronicles Of Documents and Wine

[Ashieron]

It was a cool night in the city of Ragash. The people of it walking around the streets on their way home or to a pub, they could be heard from the next block over sometimes. The lights of stars and fire dazzling in the river that ran along the city. The buildings glowed with the light from the fires, the gold on them reflecting it. What a beauty Ashieron held in his eyes from the vantage point on one of the palace’s windows, as he peered out of the mask and hood he worse that only showed his eyes.

The room around him was empty, except for the guard who laid unconscious in the closet. Ash tied him up with a nice dose of long last sleeping magic spelled upon him, one that followed a bit of an enchantment spell. Not a single peep was heard as the guard fell into his arms after they were through. Taking a nice sip of tea he heated up with some magic and water Ash finishes it off in a few swift gulps before the elf walked towards the door whispering, “See you later guardsman.” To the guard sleeping in the closet, running his hands along his cheek before closing it up.

The hallways was dark, save for the torches littering the halls. A guard disappears behind a corner grumbling about something. Summoning a small ice dagger in his hand Ash starts to make his way down the hallway. Having memorized the floor plan for the palace he works his way up the winding stairs. He was after a prize, a prize that might reveal this new tyrant’s plans as well as his strongest items. His diary, his military plans, anything that could be of value. This fire giant was going to pay for everything he did. The scaring of Alistair, the burning and possible death of Maho. Unleashing countless death onto people who were defending their way of life. The burning from the fire oil still burned within his chest and throat.

Ash was going to find a way to stop him before this barbarian’s power spreads too close to the Spine.

He got to the top of the stairs and opens a door to the officer’s quarters. Scrolls lined the room, armor glistened on their fake wearers. A glorious sword hung up on the wall above the symbol of the new ruler. The sight disgusted him. A guard approaches him quickly, unsheathing his sword, “Halt, spe-“ The man’s words were cut short as Ashieron flicked his wrist, embedding the ice dagger into the man’s heart before disappearing in a dazzling spark of stardust. The warrior falls to his knees and was about to fall forward when Ash pushed him back with his foot. Blood dripped on the side of his mouth, “Sorry man. Nothing personal, atleast I had a bit of fun with your twin.” Ash tells the man recognizing the dying warrior’s dazzling blue eyes and his face as shock and sadness grew on his face before he grew still.

Sighing he walks over to the desk he starts to rummage through it, finding and hiding a few documents and shoving it back into his robes to read later on. He’d smile running a hand along a few more documents and taking a sip of the wine they left out in its vasen, enjoying its sweet taste.

 

[Ashieron]

Scanning through the documents, Ash’s eyes skimmed over all the information until they lit up having found what he was after. Squinting and blinking a few times Ash re-read what he had thought was the turth. Taking a deep breath he rolls up the paper and tucks it into his robes. Alistair was going to freak if he was able to get to him first but there was no way.

Ash could not remember if the young mage received one of the Dragon Keeper’s communication stones when he left. Nor did he know if there was a way to contact him in any case that one of them might need the other. Gods damn it. Ash thinks to himself running his hand down his face, they probably twisted the man into a beast of unforgiving proportions.

Not feeling thirsty anymore Ash sets down the wine onto the table as he made his way out and over to the dead guard. He smiles and rubs his hands together and holding them over the fabric where his knife went. Whispering a short phrase in ancient elven the armor stitches itself back together, like the roots of a tree. The dried blood leaving the armor. Ash takes a deep breath and flicks the man’s eyes close and sets him up in the chair of the desk, moving his hand over the papers to make it seem as though he fell asleep and died from natural causes.

Gathering up his thoughts from the recent revelations of events Ash looks at the candles unlit on the desk. With a nod of his head they flicker alight with fire before the elf pushes it onto the papers and desk, catching them alight and having the fire spread with a bit of magic. The cabinets, the drawers, all caught ablaze with the hit unnatural blaze. Scooping some of the fire up in his hand his form it into a hidden dagger and hides it under his sleeve. Having it cool off enough as not to burn his clothing, before he looks out towards the window and jumps out of it onto the roof of the palace.