5th of Last Seed, Thalmor Embassy
The assassin perched on the rooftop, watching his mark walk down the street. Reaching up, the Shadow adjusts his mask, ensuring that it was still in place, before pulling back the drawstring of the bow.
Inhale…
Closing one eye, he aims where the target will be, and adjusts for winds and the arc of the arrow.
…and exhale.
He releases the arrow, watching with satisfaction as it embeds itself into the skull of the Thalmor Justiciar. Faeved Thramire; main torturer in the Thalmor Embassy in Skyrim. Well. He was, anyways; before some Nords contacted him. The Shadows were neutral, but even so, an assassins place isn't in taking pleasure from another's pain. He had standards.
Well. Very few, but it was more than others could say.
Still, he watches with glee as the Thalmor dies. Quite a few of his own had been tortured by this one before being executed, even before the Great War, and Dunmer memories were long.
He crept into the shadows and quickly made his escape, digging in his gauntlets to the natural handholds in the rock of the mountains, making excellent time. An arrow embedded itself into the rock beside him, making him hiss in surprise and work on climbing even faster, making it onto a ledge where he ran, quickly.
He climbed onto Achlys and riding her hard, only stopping once they were several kilometers away and she was panting in exhaustion. "Good girl." He murmurs to her, taking out a long leather strip and taking off his mask, and tying his hair up.
Callon got off of his horse and led her for a few more meters before finding a place far off of the trail and tied her to a tree there, before turning back and erasing their tracks for quite a bit. Making his way back, they set up camp, and the dark elf set up traps around the clearing and warded it against Clairvoyance. The spell was damned annoying and had almost gotten him caught a multitude of times until he had learned the ward. Mages in general were damn annoying.
Protection done, he built a small campfire and set up his tent, putting down his backpack nearby. He opened up a roll of good paper and his quill and ink bottle, and wrote a short note instructing his clientele where to send the gold, and informing them that it was done. He sealed it with black wax and his own unique seal, and carefully placed it back in his bag. Next, he stripped off his light armor, and carefully packed it up.
Stretching, he curled up in his bedroll, and Callon closed his eyes, and dreamt of ash and a broken land.
He snapped back into consciousness at the sound of the bone chimes being triggered, and the sound of a bear trap being triggered. He sat up, and grabbed an ebony dagger, and crept forwards, nearly silent on his feet.
He heard a grunt of pain, and the noise of the bear trap being undone, and then a louder scream as the trap snapped back around the leg, due to his changing of the trap. He quickly grabbed his bow and arrow as the (presumably) Thalmor cursed.
"Your leg bone is shattered. Stay here."
He nocked the arrow in the bow, and slowed his breathing, watching where the voices came from. Right now, he had to get out alive. He could worry about how they found him later, when his heart was still beating and he wasn't getting tortured.
An altmer stepped into the clearing, and Callon shot her, the arrow sinking into her throat. She fell with a gurgle, and he quickly redrew the bow when he heard the breaking of a stick from behind him, and he whirled, rolling quickly out of the way as a bolt of fire exploded where he was moments ago. He abandoned his bow and took up his daggers again, red eyes flitting around the treeline. Three Altmer emerged from where the bear trap was, and another bolt of fire set itself off right next to him.
"You are under arrest for the assassination of Justiciar Faeved Thramire, as well as the murder of Warrior Corelas."
"Not this time, I'm afraid." He sneered, and assumed a fighting stance, angling himself towards the mage, and then rushes, sliding to the side as another fire bolt launches itself towards him. The mage looks surprised to see him charging towards him, rather than the warriors, but changes to a frost-based spell, noticing his Dunmer heritage.
Callon snarls, and reaches inside of himself into that wellspring of hatred and suffering, condensed into fire. He felt the comforting warmth of it curl along his skin and leap to the mage, who continues to cast towards Callon.
He leaps forwards, and slices along his wrist, causing the mage to grunt in pain. He whirls, and kicks the mage in the solar plexus and winds him, before putting a dagger through his throat.
Callon rolls to the side, hearing an arrow slam into the ground next to him, and rushes behind a tree trunk, hiding briefly from sight. He hears them approach, and whirls, ebony dagger sliding along the golden armor. He grunts as the other slams her sword pommel into his side, and manages to stab deep into the hairline space between plates of armor.
He steps back quickly, and the sword slices along Callon's chest, leaving a small cut. "Sonuvabitch," he grunts, before pushing forwards and whirling his daggers into face of the warrior as the other crashes forwards, and only forward momentum makes him dodge the pommel. The warrior steps back and only gets a narrow gash, but the assassin pushes his advantage, and stabs the warrior's throat as they stumble back, center of gravity off balance.
Spinning, he doesn't manage to turn and step quickly enough as a sword stabs deep into his side, causing him to gasp in pain, and trying to push off the shock of it, but he stumbles back, his right hand dripping his dagger to clutch at it, and stop the blood flow. He grits his teeth, and leans away from the next swipe, and then dances forwards, the flames swirling into bat-like wings that snap forwards, an emberstorm swirling towards the warrior that catches on the padding under the metal.
The remaining warrior screams in pain, and rushes forward, and Callon can't move fast enough before the pommel is brought down upon his head, and is stunned for a moment, from the impact. The pommel is brought down again, and he feels the darkness coming to take him, and he pushes, and he feels something shift in the world, and the warrior's scream, and then nothing.