He yearned for the Robes of the Archmage. Though a Master of Sorcer, his piwawfi laden with hidden pockets common to that of an accomplished wizard, such attire would not suffice. Skulking about in the corridors of the of the First House uninvited was an offense punishable by death. Yet Desarlieth's desire for power was more intense than his fear of death. Fully aware that the Archmage had retired the evening prior to the comforts of his birth House, relishing in the comrades of his clan, he ventured deeper.
The dandy looking prince of House Kenafin, the Second House of Ched Nasad, was a bit taller than most males. His build was skinnier though, wire-like and frail to the eye. Scarlet eyes akin to his brethren breathed a life of superiority even in his natural submission. A long mane as pure as snow rippled softly with each silenced step, due to the enchanted boots he wore. An oval face with the lightest of ebony skin, a small nose and full lips clearly marked him as a noble of the Second House.
He was content, to say the least, to finally rest in a nook of phosphorescent webbing. The shimmering blue glow barely hindered his espionage of the guard standing by the door he wished to enter. When the time was right, he leaped, grabbed hold of the small dirk at his right hand and plunged it into the smaller dark elf's neck. A slight gurgling sound erupted from the poorly trained guards lips, but nothing to boisterous to alarm anyone near. the body to make sure it was lifeless, the mage quietly unhooked the crossbow from the guards waist and ravaged his pockets. Not to his surprise, but perhaps to his dismay, he found nothing useful except for the melee weapon.
Among other talismans and cabalistic runes which he wore, a small silver ring began to glow as he stood before the gates to the Archmage's suite. Ah yes, he thought, proper wards were placed, yet they were insufficient. In a parody of the silent language his lengthy fingers curled to and fro, whipping silently through the air as he began his incantation. Upon the trigger word, the barrier was broken, and Desarlieth was allowed to enter freely.
The large stone portal was closed as quietly as possible without disturbing the slumbering Archmage who -- in his dream state -- wore nothing but the sheets of his bed. This task seemed all too easy, but the problem lay in escaping once the job had been finished. Swiftly the assassin neared the target's bed, only to rouse a pet spider in his wake. The sacred eight legged creature hissed loudly in alarm, spitting a glob of venom directly at the assassin's face. With a second to counter, a part of the piwawfi was brought over his features. Upon smashing into the enchanted silk it dissolved, barely harming the mage although he felt a pang of pain. Unhindered however, he chanted softly and directed his fingers for the spider.
A dark mist enveloped the creature. Wary to bring harm to Lloth's minions, it merely strangled it into unconscious submission, thus allowing the assassin his time. The bloody dagger was still withdrawn, held between his thumb and forefinger as he hovered over the sleeping noble.
"This is but an interesting interlude to our lives, dear Gwaerth. Enjoy your rest."
"Wha--" The Archmage felt the coldness of death overcome him before he could speak. The assassin drew the blade across his neck and vanished quickly after.
The dandy looking prince of House Kenafin, the Second House of Ched Nasad, was a bit taller than most males. His build was skinnier though, wire-like and frail to the eye. Scarlet eyes akin to his brethren breathed a life of superiority even in his natural submission. A long mane as pure as snow rippled softly with each silenced step, due to the enchanted boots he wore. An oval face with the lightest of ebony skin, a small nose and full lips clearly marked him as a noble of the Second House.
He was content, to say the least, to finally rest in a nook of phosphorescent webbing. The shimmering blue glow barely hindered his espionage of the guard standing by the door he wished to enter. When the time was right, he leaped, grabbed hold of the small dirk at his right hand and plunged it into the smaller dark elf's neck. A slight gurgling sound erupted from the poorly trained guards lips, but nothing to boisterous to alarm anyone near. the body to make sure it was lifeless, the mage quietly unhooked the crossbow from the guards waist and ravaged his pockets. Not to his surprise, but perhaps to his dismay, he found nothing useful except for the melee weapon.
Among other talismans and cabalistic runes which he wore, a small silver ring began to glow as he stood before the gates to the Archmage's suite. Ah yes, he thought, proper wards were placed, yet they were insufficient. In a parody of the silent language his lengthy fingers curled to and fro, whipping silently through the air as he began his incantation. Upon the trigger word, the barrier was broken, and Desarlieth was allowed to enter freely.
The large stone portal was closed as quietly as possible without disturbing the slumbering Archmage who -- in his dream state -- wore nothing but the sheets of his bed. This task seemed all too easy, but the problem lay in escaping once the job had been finished. Swiftly the assassin neared the target's bed, only to rouse a pet spider in his wake. The sacred eight legged creature hissed loudly in alarm, spitting a glob of venom directly at the assassin's face. With a second to counter, a part of the piwawfi was brought over his features. Upon smashing into the enchanted silk it dissolved, barely harming the mage although he felt a pang of pain. Unhindered however, he chanted softly and directed his fingers for the spider.
A dark mist enveloped the creature. Wary to bring harm to Lloth's minions, it merely strangled it into unconscious submission, thus allowing the assassin his time. The bloody dagger was still withdrawn, held between his thumb and forefinger as he hovered over the sleeping noble.
"This is but an interesting interlude to our lives, dear Gwaerth. Enjoy your rest."
"Wha--" The Archmage felt the coldness of death overcome him before he could speak. The assassin drew the blade across his neck and vanished quickly after.