The Ra's drifted in and out of the trees like a morning mist. He kept watch as he went, knowing that there would be sentries. No matter. He could take them out one by one without anyone ever noticing. He saw two up ahead. Smiling a cold smile, he took his blade from the sheath on his side and silently moved in. With a quick strike he made a cross mark across both mens back hitting every fatal point. They were dead before they hit the ground. He smiled over them. If only his failure of a daughter could kill so easily. He knew Malcolm was cold and ruthless enough but definitely lacked the skill his daughter possessed. "Ah to think Nyssa had what it took to be the next Ra's but thanks to that wench of a woman she brought back to Nanda Parbot with her she turned away from her path." He thought to himself as he kept on. That was a battle for another day. Today he had to focus on the task at hand.

The village finally came into view. He knew in order to bring Rumple and his plans to frutation that they would need fighters as well as a base of operations. This little village wouldn't give them the fighters but after a little light house cleaning they would have a very solid base of operation. Quietly he entered the first house. There in the corner room slept the two children. He unsheated his sword, silently opened their door and the blood started to flow. Without any audible screams the life of over 200 villagers were taken in a single night. Their blood flowing freely through the streets and into the land around. As the Ra's looked down upon his new home at morning light he smiled. The smell of blood in the morning always invigurated his soul. "One day Nyssa, my daughter, you will learn your true path and this shall all be yours" he said as once again he dissapeared into the trees like a trailing mist.

The magic he left would shelter the eyes of any passerbys and will actually ward them away from the area.