The assassin slid through the shadows on his way back to Castle Ahriman. Poor information had led him to wait in ambush for an enemy that never showed. Dissapointed, he want only his bed and dreams of war.
As he was about to leave town for the hidden entrance to his home, Marley heard the distinct sound of blade of flesh. It was a sound that could not be muffled or hidden from his ears. Battle! He rushed into town to find a crusader, sirus, sitting dazed on the ground. A druid was attempting to ensnare him, and the warrior, Duragon, was standing with a smirk over Sirus. Marley waited for the druid to finish her dirty task, but wind whispered past his face as a mage flew by in the shadows and roused the crusader. Sirus tried to flee but the tainted assassin gave chase and stunned him yet again with the flat of his blade, inviting the druid to continue her curse.
Finally, with the crusader ensnared, the three tore into this zealot. Tore the flesh from him. Always quick with his blades, Marley landed the killing blow. Tradition demanded that he got his choice of Sirus' gear. Another crusader fallen. Ahriman's will imposed. Blood spilled.
Posted by Farg at September 29, 2005 04:03 PM