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Kief sprinted up the old, black stained stairs, not even caring about the pains in his chest and stomach. His long sword was leading the way, his eyes taking in every little space in the tower staircase. His cloak swished back and forth behind him, and was the only noise there. Sweat rolled down his forehead, but did not distract him. Kief thought of nothing else but his mission.
In front of him was a cracked brown door. There seemed to be a lot of commotion on the other side. Kief was about to kick down the door when it came back in his face. He reacted just in time for the door to glance off the top of his back and go flying down the stairs. He had ducked just in time. The man who had made the door break off came soaring through the passage with it. Apparently he had been thrown against the door and could not stop his descent down the stairs. Kief had gotten lucky by dodging the door, but the man he could not evade. Fortunately he still had his sword in hand, which stuck right through the drunkard like a fish in water. Kief released the dead man, and charged into the room.
It appeared to be a dungeon, but really the guards of the tower slept there. This particular night one drunken man, finished with his usual late shift of duty, had stumbled to his cot and accidentally poured the remainder of his drink over one of his fellow guardsmen. The sleeping man, awoken by the coolness of the drink, screamed and attacked the drunk, waking everyone else. So the fight had started, and soon the whole room was bustling with guards and flying objects.
Kief, taking in his surroundings with one look, took out one of his daggers. He threw it with deadly accuracy catching a thigh of a guard who tripped and did not get up, most likely because of too much drinking. One unlucky guard caught sight of him and charged. Just before reaching him he noticed he did not possess a weapon. It was too late though.
Kief continued across the room, ignoring the fighting. Most of the men in the room were too drunk to notice anything besides what was right in front of them. Another door came up in front of him, with a big brawl in front of it. He charged forward, his sword swinging in a wide arc in front of him. It took out the first man, who fell with a huge cut across the front of his bulging belly. At the end of its path, the sword barely missed its next kill. The guard who had just almost lost his life retaliated. Without a weapon he attempted to tackle Kief while his sword was not available to defend him. As soon as their bodies hit, Kief spun off the man and plunged his sword strait into the guard's undefended back. With his back on the ground he took out another of his many daggers and quickly cut at several moving legs. Before any of the guards knew it, three more were down.
Kief, not wasting any time slipped through the door and left a dozen guards unaware and thinning their own ranks back in the chamber. He found himself in a slim hallway lit by several torches. He checked his stock of available daggers, and continued down the walkway. His worn down boots barely made a sound. When he got close enough, a large gold rimmed door was visible. Next to it was a window with snowflakes coming in. It was that time of year in Icewind Dale for the snow to come. He took a deep breath. This was his mission and he was going to finish it.
As he made his plan, he heard shouts from behind him. It sounded like the drunken guards to Kief. His mind raced for a new plan. As the guards came running through the hall in sight of the new door, all they saw was a half open door.