Prologe
Months of chasing down slim leads, digging through archives of forbidden magic in long forgotten towers, and a bit of gentle persuasion have paid off. My hunt for the Shadowmages of the Black Sphere has begun and it has taken me to far off lands. I will follow these leads to the ends of the known world. I will hunt down every last shadowmage until my last breath is given. None shall ever suffer the things I had under their torturous rule and I will ensure that their magic will be one that will be forgotten and burned to ash.
Shadowmage Assassinations
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Amora
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Re: Shadowmage Assassinations
A cloaked figured darts through the Battlefields at night. A faint shimmer of light echoes from her blackened mithral chain shirt and skirt. She gracefully slips in and out of the trees heading towards a Canite camp in the heart of Canite territory. Scouts from the Vanguard were ambushed by a shade army not to long ago, and with the help of a tracker she managed to trace the source. She firmly believed her target was somewhere within this small camp.
She paused a distance away from the camp, and counted slowly, one... three... five Kor Orcs on the perimiter keeping watch, maybe fifteen more sleeping inside the camp, more than she cared to take on at one time. If she alerted the camp, not only would the orcs come charging out, but she'd have to deal with an army of shadows as well. She needed a lure. Reaching behind her she pulled out her bow, notched an arrow, and shot a tree high up, enough to make a sound loud enough for the single orc to go check out.
The orc was smarter than she gave it credit for, he called for two others to come out and check it out with him. As the Shadowdancer made her way though the night towards the orcs, the three moves slowly through the night searching for the origin of the sound. Once they reached out farther than the camp fire's light could reach, they were in her territory, exactly where she wanted them. A fight at her choosing would likely cause the other night-watch to respond, but not likely to wake the others sleeping in their tents.
She struck out quickly and brutally against the orc in the middle, quickly appearing out of the shadows and with a dark adamantine Kurkri, sliced it's throat before it could even could register the shadowed demon before him. The sound of crunching branches as the middle orc crumbled down caught the attention of the other orcs. She was quickly flanked by an orc with a spear and the other with a great axe. The axe was raised for a crushing blow as the other quickly lunged with the spear. The dancer rolled away, disappearing with a wisp of shadow as the spear caught the other orc in the gut as the blade was already in full swing. A loud crunch was heard, shortly followed by a few thuds as an orc head rolled into the woods. Just as quickly as she disappeared, she appeard with a wisp of shadow to silence the axe wielding orc with a quick swipe of a Kurkri to it's throat and a piercing stab with a long thin rapier of the same metal.
A grunt from the stabbing with the spear caught the ears of the last two night-watch and the scent of blood was in the air of which their noses could sense. Moving to the far side of the camp one thought that he saw a glimmer of light from an axe head, but as they moved closer, they lost sight of even the trees in the dark woods outside their camp of which even their eyes couldn't pierce.
Slowly they waded into the woods and quickly found themselves unable to see anything. An orb of darkness shrouded them but before they could move one found himself drowning in his own blood as the other found a blade in his heart. When the darkness lifted, only the dancer remained. Her eyes as black as midnight as shadow whisped out from her eyes like smoldering coal. She made her way around the camp with silent footsteps to the large tent to the east of the camp. Rather than going through the main door, she lifted one of the stakes from it's base, slipping in from under the newly widened base.
The Dancer observed the tent, filled with dark arcane scrolls, wands, a few spell books, and a cot which was full. She silently made her way to the cot, drew out her darkened curved dagger, and quickly made a slash for it's throat. As it passed through there was no contact, the filling dissipated into shadow and a slow, sarcastic clap was heard from behind her.
"Well, well, well," the voice chiding in nature, "I never thought I would have the chance to capture the demon Iraeiymraema let so carelessly go before she was sealed away. My master will greatly reward me for bringing back the one piece we need for our mystic thurge to return to the material plane and once again cause havoc in the night." As the dancer quickly turned to face her true target, tentacles ripped up from a dark pool in the ground halting her advance. The dancer knew she was cornered the tentacles couldn't quite reach her, but if she moved from her place in the corner she would likely be hit by them. It was however, possible to slip past them, as she placed her right foot under his cot, drawing up the shadows around herself she danced through the pool the shadows flicked away the attacks. As she went through the air, the shadowmage quickly drew up his protective stoneskin to deflect her weapons, carelessly not noticing the metal of which they were forged. Her rapier pierced through the hardend skin as if it was never even summoned and struck his heart, the curved dagger effortlessly sliced through his neck to his spine. The spells quickly dissipated as the life faded from the mages eyes.
Withdrawing the blade she began to quickly go over the various scrolls in the room. She found some troop movements, a few ambush points for some Dasarian patrols, and correspondence from a Duke Levith of Vanara asking about the location of a demon-breed woman. She smiled about the description of herself.
Returning to camp, the dancer turned the information of Canite troop movements into the Vanguard as thank you for the tip which lead to the death of a shadowmage. She, however, kept the scroll which was asking about her apperence in the battlefieds and began to make arrangements to travel to Vanara proper.
She paused a distance away from the camp, and counted slowly, one... three... five Kor Orcs on the perimiter keeping watch, maybe fifteen more sleeping inside the camp, more than she cared to take on at one time. If she alerted the camp, not only would the orcs come charging out, but she'd have to deal with an army of shadows as well. She needed a lure. Reaching behind her she pulled out her bow, notched an arrow, and shot a tree high up, enough to make a sound loud enough for the single orc to go check out.
The orc was smarter than she gave it credit for, he called for two others to come out and check it out with him. As the Shadowdancer made her way though the night towards the orcs, the three moves slowly through the night searching for the origin of the sound. Once they reached out farther than the camp fire's light could reach, they were in her territory, exactly where she wanted them. A fight at her choosing would likely cause the other night-watch to respond, but not likely to wake the others sleeping in their tents.
She struck out quickly and brutally against the orc in the middle, quickly appearing out of the shadows and with a dark adamantine Kurkri, sliced it's throat before it could even could register the shadowed demon before him. The sound of crunching branches as the middle orc crumbled down caught the attention of the other orcs. She was quickly flanked by an orc with a spear and the other with a great axe. The axe was raised for a crushing blow as the other quickly lunged with the spear. The dancer rolled away, disappearing with a wisp of shadow as the spear caught the other orc in the gut as the blade was already in full swing. A loud crunch was heard, shortly followed by a few thuds as an orc head rolled into the woods. Just as quickly as she disappeared, she appeard with a wisp of shadow to silence the axe wielding orc with a quick swipe of a Kurkri to it's throat and a piercing stab with a long thin rapier of the same metal.
A grunt from the stabbing with the spear caught the ears of the last two night-watch and the scent of blood was in the air of which their noses could sense. Moving to the far side of the camp one thought that he saw a glimmer of light from an axe head, but as they moved closer, they lost sight of even the trees in the dark woods outside their camp of which even their eyes couldn't pierce.
Slowly they waded into the woods and quickly found themselves unable to see anything. An orb of darkness shrouded them but before they could move one found himself drowning in his own blood as the other found a blade in his heart. When the darkness lifted, only the dancer remained. Her eyes as black as midnight as shadow whisped out from her eyes like smoldering coal. She made her way around the camp with silent footsteps to the large tent to the east of the camp. Rather than going through the main door, she lifted one of the stakes from it's base, slipping in from under the newly widened base.
The Dancer observed the tent, filled with dark arcane scrolls, wands, a few spell books, and a cot which was full. She silently made her way to the cot, drew out her darkened curved dagger, and quickly made a slash for it's throat. As it passed through there was no contact, the filling dissipated into shadow and a slow, sarcastic clap was heard from behind her.
"Well, well, well," the voice chiding in nature, "I never thought I would have the chance to capture the demon Iraeiymraema let so carelessly go before she was sealed away. My master will greatly reward me for bringing back the one piece we need for our mystic thurge to return to the material plane and once again cause havoc in the night." As the dancer quickly turned to face her true target, tentacles ripped up from a dark pool in the ground halting her advance. The dancer knew she was cornered the tentacles couldn't quite reach her, but if she moved from her place in the corner she would likely be hit by them. It was however, possible to slip past them, as she placed her right foot under his cot, drawing up the shadows around herself she danced through the pool the shadows flicked away the attacks. As she went through the air, the shadowmage quickly drew up his protective stoneskin to deflect her weapons, carelessly not noticing the metal of which they were forged. Her rapier pierced through the hardend skin as if it was never even summoned and struck his heart, the curved dagger effortlessly sliced through his neck to his spine. The spells quickly dissipated as the life faded from the mages eyes.
Withdrawing the blade she began to quickly go over the various scrolls in the room. She found some troop movements, a few ambush points for some Dasarian patrols, and correspondence from a Duke Levith of Vanara asking about the location of a demon-breed woman. She smiled about the description of herself.
Returning to camp, the dancer turned the information of Canite troop movements into the Vanguard as thank you for the tip which lead to the death of a shadowmage. She, however, kept the scroll which was asking about her apperence in the battlefieds and began to make arrangements to travel to Vanara proper.