S'raffa Assassin Fic
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Chapter 37: Out of Luck
My next drop point was in an Ayelid ruins called Nornal. It was near the farm house Drakelowe, so I journeyed to the farm house, swam across the river, and hiked through the woods. No one would suspect me out there, and, as I skulked through the wilderness on my way to the ruin, not even the animals took notice of me, despite it was the day time.
I arrived at the ancient ruins and proceeded inside. After dispatching a mud crab along the way, I found that I had to dive underwater to a sunken chest to get to my orders. As I did, I held my breath, not even bothering to put on the Jewel of the Rumare. I got the contents out of the chest and, as I dried off, I read the letter.
I was to assassinate Ungolim, a wood elf in Bravil. From what I understand of him, he prays at the statue of Old Lady Luck in Bravil every night. He has also bribed the guards and will probably attack anyone he even suspects of trying to attack him. The guards would not be a problem for me, since they have been paid off. However, the attacking on sight bit might be something I have to worry about. There is no telling what he is armed with, but I do remember the man that the order was talking about. I had seen him a couple of times when I was in Bravil, and I always wondered why he was there every day. Perhaps he was a degenerate gambler and did not make a payment. I shook my head; no, I have to stay focused.
I arrived in Bravil at night and proceeded to look around the town. I was careful to stay in the shadows, but I did get a good look at my target. He was equipped with a bow. Well, this meant that I did not have to get close to him. I could use that to my advantage. I began skulking for a good place to take a shot and I found one near the statue. I got into position and carefully pulled the bow string back with an arrow. I let the arrow fly.
Somehow, my aim was a little off, as it only grazed him. He got to cover behind the statue and only moved out of the way to shoot. We continued the shooting match for a while, arrows flying in the air, hitting the statue and the wooden frame of the house I was using. Though I got a few hits in, he was still standing. I had to find another way to get to him. I had a potion of invisibility that lasted for only a short time. I drank it and jumped down, running to the other side of the statue, behind some cover. The wood elf archer did not know where I was until an arrow shot him in the back. The target was still staggering and, as I approached, stabbed him with my Blade of Woe. It was over; Ungolim was dead.
Suddenly, I felt something. My blood turned to ice water as a cold, familiar stare was cast upon me. I did not have to know who it was who was giving me that stare, as I felt it once before. The air grew cold around me as I turned and was surprised.
It was Lucien, and he looked upset…
Next Chapter:
An Assassin amongst Assassins.