Post by Khornate Marksman on Jun 1, 2008 15:52:43 GMT -5
Note this is a Preview. Which means a new adventure with Caelas is on the rise!!!
Clad in the shrouded, black armor of his faction, Caelas crouched atop the Jerall View Inn. He scanned the Bruma castle grounds in front of him with his trained eye, marking the blind spots in the patrols of castle guards. The time was slightly past midnight and he had a mission to fulfill.
He drew another arrow from his quiver and drew back his enchanted bow, Soul Striker. A single guard walked along the rampart with a torch clasped between gloved hands. Caelas inhaled and aimed. He counted the seconds until the guard's leisurely pace brought him into the right spot.
Three...two...one...Caelas let go of the arrow. It soared briefly through the air before punching into the frostbitten throat of the guard between his helmet and pauldrons. For a few seconds, bright arterial blood spurted out before succumbing to the bitter cold winds and falling to the ground like crimson rubies. The guard had been in the middle of a step and the arrow had knocked him off balance, causing him to fall from the ramparts and land amongst a pile of guards that had met the same fate twenty feet below.
Caelas laughed lightly as the enchantments on his bow filled another black soul gem in his pouch. Sithis would indeed be pleased, he thought.
He slung his bow over his shoulder and dropped down from the inn's roof, landing softly on the snow-covered cobblestones and rolling forward. With the outer perimeter of Castle Bruma unprotected, he sprinted across the grounds and leapt up the steps. At the door he muttered a quick incantation. Green energy enveloped him, starting from his feet and spiralling around his small fram to the tip of his hooded head. After the energy dissipated, there was no sign of the wood elf, just the small marks in the snow where his feet had tread.
Smiling invisibly to himself, Caelas pushed the doors open. They groaned as frost-covered, rusty hinges were forced to part, announcing his presence to the two guards standing to either side of the doors with swords half-drawn. They turned to face the interloped, but saw only eachother.
One was about to speak when a small dagger was thrust through his throat and then torn free in a spray of blood. He fell clutching his ruined throat while Caelas, now partially visible because of the blood on his face and shoulders, rounded on the second guard and buried his dagger up to the hilt in his unprotected left eye. The man died without a sound with his sword still in its scabbard.
Caelas,the invisibility spell having worn off, looked down at the other guard. He was still bleeding, the blood seeping through his gloved fingers of one hand while the other reached out pleadingly. The assassin knelt down and wiped his dagger on the guard's tunic. Then he gently cupped his hands on the back of head and under his chin. With strength that surpassed that of a normal wood elf, Caelas snapped the guard's neck.
He stood up and looked around. Inside Castle Bruma candles were sparsely lit. There were plenty of dark corners and shadows for Caelas to strike from. As much as he would enjoy creeping around and slitting the throat of every bloody fool in here, he knew he had a mission to complete.
The Night Mother had marked one with the curse of death and it was up to Caelas to bring that curse to fruition. He smiled to himself and set off down the nearest hallway at a light sprint.
Clad in the shrouded, black armor of his faction, Caelas crouched atop the Jerall View Inn. He scanned the Bruma castle grounds in front of him with his trained eye, marking the blind spots in the patrols of castle guards. The time was slightly past midnight and he had a mission to fulfill.
He drew another arrow from his quiver and drew back his enchanted bow, Soul Striker. A single guard walked along the rampart with a torch clasped between gloved hands. Caelas inhaled and aimed. He counted the seconds until the guard's leisurely pace brought him into the right spot.
Three...two...one...Caelas let go of the arrow. It soared briefly through the air before punching into the frostbitten throat of the guard between his helmet and pauldrons. For a few seconds, bright arterial blood spurted out before succumbing to the bitter cold winds and falling to the ground like crimson rubies. The guard had been in the middle of a step and the arrow had knocked him off balance, causing him to fall from the ramparts and land amongst a pile of guards that had met the same fate twenty feet below.
Caelas laughed lightly as the enchantments on his bow filled another black soul gem in his pouch. Sithis would indeed be pleased, he thought.
He slung his bow over his shoulder and dropped down from the inn's roof, landing softly on the snow-covered cobblestones and rolling forward. With the outer perimeter of Castle Bruma unprotected, he sprinted across the grounds and leapt up the steps. At the door he muttered a quick incantation. Green energy enveloped him, starting from his feet and spiralling around his small fram to the tip of his hooded head. After the energy dissipated, there was no sign of the wood elf, just the small marks in the snow where his feet had tread.
Smiling invisibly to himself, Caelas pushed the doors open. They groaned as frost-covered, rusty hinges were forced to part, announcing his presence to the two guards standing to either side of the doors with swords half-drawn. They turned to face the interloped, but saw only eachother.
One was about to speak when a small dagger was thrust through his throat and then torn free in a spray of blood. He fell clutching his ruined throat while Caelas, now partially visible because of the blood on his face and shoulders, rounded on the second guard and buried his dagger up to the hilt in his unprotected left eye. The man died without a sound with his sword still in its scabbard.
Caelas,the invisibility spell having worn off, looked down at the other guard. He was still bleeding, the blood seeping through his gloved fingers of one hand while the other reached out pleadingly. The assassin knelt down and wiped his dagger on the guard's tunic. Then he gently cupped his hands on the back of head and under his chin. With strength that surpassed that of a normal wood elf, Caelas snapped the guard's neck.
He stood up and looked around. Inside Castle Bruma candles were sparsely lit. There were plenty of dark corners and shadows for Caelas to strike from. As much as he would enjoy creeping around and slitting the throat of every bloody fool in here, he knew he had a mission to complete.
The Night Mother had marked one with the curse of death and it was up to Caelas to bring that curse to fruition. He smiled to himself and set off down the nearest hallway at a light sprint.