» Sun Oct 02, 2011 9:17 pm I saw them ahead of me. Through the trees I could see two bandits. One, a woman, bore a torch that illuminated them perfectly in the night. They were mumbuling about some kind of heist they had recently pulled off, but I didn't care one bit for that. I had been hired to take out their leader by the a poor old man who had lost his family to one of their many raids. My trusty bow and poisoned arrows could have been used just then to smite the two scum standing there, but I decided to carry out my assignment without attracting too much attention to myself so I crouched down and snuck past the pair of bandits, giving them a wide berth and using the foliage as cover. Upon sneaking past the oblivious sentries I found a small camp farther back into the trees. The tents were all a uniform brownm but for one. Large and a royal yellow in color. it was easy to pick out from the rest. Knowing without a doubt my quarry would be in there I proceded to enter the camp. Walking down the isles of tents were several more sentries, but again I easily avoided them. Once I was actually forced to cast a small illusion spell in order to avoid a particularly inquisitive guard. I finally came to the yellow tent and saw that the front flap was guarded by a pair of overly armored bandits. I knew I would never make it past them without raising the alarm so I went to the back of the tent. Once there I pulled my dagger from its sheath and stabbed the fabric of the tent. I slipped through the hole I created and found the bandit leader. Though it seemed he had company. "What the-" One of the bandits who was with him yelled. They turned and upon seeing me drew their weapons and charged. I slung three arrows towards them and Each found their mark. But still there must have been at least four more, including the leader. Knowing I could not fend them off with only a simple dagger I swiped my hand through the air and it trailed a green mist that ingulfed me and I was then no longer in sight. The bandits stopped in their tracks and looked around trying to find me. "You aren't afraid of the dark are you?" I asked from behind them. They turned, startled that I had found a way around them without making so much as a whisper. I quirked my head at them and then pinched the two candles that illuminated the enitre room. It went pitch black. Shouts of dismay and terror issued forth from the rats infront of me as their eyesight was robbed from them. I slipped on the enchanted ring I had found during one of my many adventures and suddenly the dark was as bright as day. I saw the bandits scrabaling around trying to find me. I only had eyes for the leader. He was barking out orders, none of which were being heded by his men. I drew my dagger and lunged forward. I cut one mans throat before they even knew I was among them. One swung blindly at me with a mace which I ducked and stabbed him in the stomach. He went down with a thud on the dirt floor writhing in pain. that left one more and the leader. Their eyes had adjusted by now but all they saw of me was a blur. The last lacky of the bandit leader made a feeble swing with his sword at my head, gibbering in utter terror of my slaughter of his friends. I deflected the blow aside easily with my dagger and drove my fist around in an arc and into his lower jaw. A wet crack signaled the breaking of the bone. Howling in pain he doubled over. I rolled acoss his back with the grace of an acrobat and then slashed out behind me, severing his spine. He fell to the floor limp as a gutted fish. I turned to the leader then. "Come on you bastard. Fight me!" I sneared at him and replied, "No". I muttered the spell of invisiblity once more and left him there gawking at my disappearance for the second time. I stood behind him and took my dagger into the base of his skull. I had purposly missed the spot that would have killed him instantly. I wanted him to suffer in his last moments for all the innocent lives he had take. Screaming he fell to his knees with my dagger still in his back. Drawing my bow once more I knocked an arrow and aimed down at his head. Pulling the string back all the way I let go. The arrow sunk to the feathers in his shoulder, piercing his lung and heart. He fell dead at my feet, blood pooling around him. Voices sounded from outside. So I called the green mist one last time and left the scene of bloody horror behind me. When I told the old man the story of my assault I swear I had never seen anyone more happy.
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