Chapter 7:
The man walked into the warm tent. It was made of silk, and had many ornate carpets spread thick on the cold ground, providing comfort to whoever stepped foot into it. An old man who dressed finely was in the center of the room, looking at a map that was laid out on a small table. It had pins and little markers on it, like a game board. Except this was no game.
The man approached nervously, and cleared his throat.
The finely dressed man turned and glared at the poor, balding man, "What?"
The small man cleared his throat and said, "We took out a caravan just north of the village Resilic."
A grin spread across the man's fat cheeks, "Well?" He asked excitedly, "What was the number? What species?"
"It was a smaller one only 6 members , an old hag, possible giant, three pixies, and an earth elementalist.
The man clapped his hands happily, like a small child, "Wonderful! And Ashmera did her part with the other caravan right?"
The messenger nodded, "Yes sir. Ashmera told the caravan that just left that the king of the mountain villages was lenient with magicals. They were completely fooled. Scouts report that they are headed that way now."
The man chuckled and turned back to the map, "Excellent work. Bring in Ashmera."
The messenger nodded and exited the tent.
A moment later, a young woman with long, golden locks stepped in. She had two ancient looking swords strapped to her back. They looked like they were from the early 2000s.
"Ashmera!' The man said in an Irish accent, "I'm glad to see your missions are going well." He outstretched his pudgy arms to hug her, but she gracefully sidestepped his attempt and said in a controlled voice of a soldier, "Thank you sir." She said emotionlessly, staring straight ahead.
The man seemed a little offended for a second before saying in a warm tone, "You're descended from the great Tanith Low are you not?"
Ashmera kept her gaze emotionless as she said, "If the legends are true sir, then yes. I am."
The man smiled broadly and said, "Impressive. Those are her swords then?"
Ashmera nodded silently.
The man nodded, realizing that this was a very one-sided conversation, "Very well. Keep up the good work agent."
He handed her a pouch full of money and she took it and put it in her pack.
The man admired this beautiful woman. She was tall, muscular, and looked as if the heavens had dropped her from above to taunt men. It was a pity that she was magic.
"You are dismissed." He said, waving her away.
She nodded and sharply turned on her heel and silently glided from the room. The best soldier. She was a phantom when it came to hunting prey. Untraceable, silent and invisible.
She was valuable, especially with her rare magic, the ability to break bones with a touch of her palm.
As she exited the tent, many pairs of eyes followed her. Whispers flitted around behind her back, though she heard them all. She was loved and hated here.
Ashmera walked confidently to a large, tan stallion and mounted it. The messenger from earlier scurried after her and said in a worried voice, "Do you remember what you need to do?"
Ashmera scowled, "Of course. Travel to the mountain villages and make sure the caravan reaches it's destination. Then inform the king, who will then pledge his allegiance to your cause and give you the support of his army."
The messenger nodded and backed away as Ashmera rode off, her horse thundering down the wet path.
Ohhhh...interesting yes? No? Well then. There. We have a new, defined 'bad guy', (Or is she? XD) Tanith's descendent. We also have some weird stuff going on with the mortals. I'll keep on writing, and thanks for the feedback!
Lightning Sparks: That would be a plot twist wouldn't it? (Purposefully being vague... :P)
