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.
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.