Lords and Assassins

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Lords and Assassins

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The grey feathers of the "Shadow Warrior" arrow vibrated slightly after the shot, not near as much as if the corpulent noble had been alive when Ru'Nirix had shot him. Escape was now the order of business, with a quick flick the stolen High Elven bow was tossed aside as the exterior shutters were tossed open. Down the trelessed wall the assassin slid, paying no mind to the many cuts and scrapes his borrowed form took. As Ru'Nirix hit the ground in the court yard in near complete silence, despite the three story drop, he took a moment to appreciate the Dark Elven form of his pupil. Even in the Imperial moonlight and clad in stolen High Elven attire, the young assassin's body was lithe and graceful, a product of years of conditioning and the most strenuous training at the hands of House Rhomdruil's Shadowblade, master of assassins. A title taken from Ru'Nirix's master in thier distant homeland of Naggaroth.

"A shame," Ru'Nirix spoke to the no one in ear shot, "to waste such a fine student on human scum such as this." With a backward glance to the sounds erupting behind him in the now dead Duke's chamber, Ru'Nirix drew his slender High Elven long sword and waited in the open courtyard.

"Halt! Villian!," the captain shouted as he rounded the corner. The figure in the moon light before him stood facing away, slight of build and wearing a gracefully delicare helm. With a grace that approached surreal the figure turned as the guards approached forming a swirl of red and white tabards around the captain. In the blink of an eye the first five fell to the assassin's deadly blade.

Without thinking the captain drew and readied his crossbow as the second wave of men began thier feeble assault on thier would-be prey. The Elf delivered a thrust to the nearest of his assailants, releasing his sword in the man-lings innerards and with the same motion released, more than threw, a slender dagger toward the captain. A glint and a wink followed, as if in slow motion as the captain released his shot. A brief sigh of relief followed by terror raged through the captain. The dagger had missed, barely and bound itself in the captain's cloak, while the captain was certain the Elf had not missed. The terror followed in the thought that the veteran guard captain had likewise missed, yet the Elf seemed to step into the shot and chose to take it full in the chest.

The captain sighed and nearly colapsed as his men drug the offender down in a pile of red and white livery. Drawing the dagger from his cloak, the captain appreciated the fine elven script along the blade, certainly thier attacker would be identified and his people brought to Imperial justice.

Just then a small laugh escaped the throng which held the Elven body beneath thier weight. The captain was thrown backwards as an explosion of magical flame and shattered glass shards ripped through the Duke's guardsmen. the captain took a shard to the face and went down, but not for good. Looking back at the shattered remains of his force, the Elven corpse at the center was decimated to small bits of flesh and bone, leaving only his tattered and broken gear as testiment to his passing. . ..

Ru'Nirix shuttered as he opened his eyes, the chill of his chambers and the return to his own body was always a shocking jolt from the adrenaline and pain of his borrowed forms death. A shame indeed to lose such a strong student, but others could be trained and more stones enchanted. Wiping the blood from his freshly bitten lip, Ru'Nirix lay his head back and dreamed. Dreamed of a beach far to the South, that even now hosted his enemies and the enemies of his Dark kin as they unloaded from thier eagle prowed ships.

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Nice bit of manipulation, it could use some more description though, good story.
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