He slipped through the dark streets of Pavenole as silent as death, moving from shadow to shadow. He was an adept of the element of dark, trained to use the darkness to his advantage. His name, Voyse En’Dir. He was a fairly tall man, standing around 5’10” and a well built figure. Though he wasn’t particularly a powerful man, his muscles were fine toned for his occupation of choice…assassination. His dark clothing only helped him hide in the dark, though he needed no help. Wearing black leather straps and belts all around his body, and a heavy black cloak over top of it, he made the perfect appearance of an assassin. That is, if any had ever lived to speak of him. His pale skin and short, black hair showed only further that he loved the night. Covering his face, however, was a porcelain mask that is said to hold magical properties. The few who have heard of him say that he wears the mask to hide the horrid scars on his face from experiments with the dark arts he’d tried on himself many years ago. Either way, it didn’t matter…he usually didn’t let any witness live to tell of him.
In a fairly large, seemingly abandoned building near the edge of the city, the guild master, Halen Tesh , sat in his protective room, behind a large desk with many exotic treasures on it. One in particular, which was quite close to Halen at all times, was a small stone with many ancient arcane writings all over it depicting the eight elements of magic. Earth, fire, wind, water, light, dark, void, and omni. The man was short, fat, and not the most handsome of people, but he had money, lots of money. So, obviously, he was quite the powerful man. Standing near his desk on opposite sides were his two bodyguards, Roik and Peer.
Roik, the smaller of the two, held to his side a magnificent falchion crafted with many jewels and other rare stones. Peer, however, was large, standing over 6 feet tall and wielding a massive chain with spikes all around the end. His weapon, too, sported many jewels and rare stones.
None of it mattered to Voyse, who stood calmly behind a tapestry within the room, taking a good look of his surroundings.
Just then, the double door entrance swung open, and a shady looking character with a heavy cloak covering much of his body stepped into the room and kneeled before the fat guild master.
“What news do you bring to me, Yoingast?” Halen piped, obviously startled, as he always was to anyone who came in unannounced.
“Forgive my intrusion, Mr. Tesh, but I haven’t much time to waste, so I came here as quickly as I could to give you my report.” The assassin responded in a raspy voice, looking up at Halen as he spoke.
“Well, go on then!” Halen ordered, waving a hand in the air, and instinctively placing the other on the small, mysterious stone on his desk.
“As you wish…the only information I could gather about any suspicious activity towards our guild is…well…I fear that a most powerful man has found something of yours that he wants.” Yoingast said.
“W…wh…what?! Who is this man who seeks what I possess?” Halen asked, his voice showing clearly the tensing fear as he clutched onto his stone harder.
“I do not know. All I can say is, he seeks the stone for which you grab at this instant.” Yoingast said, indicating the arcane stone in Halen’s hand.
Wide-eyed and unable to speak, Halen suddenly held the stone with both hands to his heart and looked around.
The Adept’s stone. Voyse thought to himself, peaking around the tapestry just the slightest bit to see the shaken guild master holding the prize so dearly. That is my cue.
In a flash of movement, the tapestry Voyse used for hiding was suddenly torn from the wall and thrown right at Roik, who predictably was reaching for his falchion. Peer and Yoingast burst into movement and bring forth their weapons. Voyse, seeing the two clearly ready to strike, ignored them at first and drop-kicked the stumbling Roik to the ground. Voyse fell into a roll and came up on his feet, still no weapons showing. Peer swung his mighty spiked chain and sent it flying right at Voyse, who quickly grabbed Halen’s large desk and toppled it over, using it as a shield. The spiked chain blasted right into the top of the desk, and Peer had to give a powerful tug just to get it free.
Halen, already crawling away with his precious stone, hardly got too far before a hooked dagger flew into his right shoulder, pinning him to the wall by it. He cried out in pain and looked over to see Voyse staring down Peer, the folds of his cloak moving back into place. It was obvious that he had been the source of the blow. Halen tried desperately to jerk the dagger free, but every tug brought a wave of agonizing pain over his entire body, so he just slumped against the wall, weeping in pain.
Peer sent his spiked chain for another toss, but Voyse was moving before he ever started, moving to the side and picking up an small item from the many things piled on the ground from the toppled desk. Roik was back up by then, his magnificent falchion high above his head as he charged at Voyse, who spun around and dodged the strike, leaping over his shoulder and kicking him into the charging Yoingast, who seemingly had no weapons as his cloak still covered his entire body. It continued to cover his body as he fell beneath the squirming Roik, but that hardly mattered.