Morn hurried over to the Grand Hall, fuming. Damn Xavier with his damn plans and his damn cronies! They just had to make him angry, they just had to do things the hard way!
The Hall was only minutes away. Morn strode up to the side of it then stopped. It was time to stop fuming and cursing. It was time to be the assassin.
Nimbly, Morn jumped, and caught a jagged edge of the Grand Hall's outer shell. He heaved himself upwards then grabbed the next. Stealthily, he made his way up to the uppermost corner of the peak then stopped. He put his head to the ice, hoping to catch a word or two of what was said, or if they were even in there.
Nothing.
It was to be expected, the ice was mixed with rock and it would be almost impossible to hear anything through it.
Morn unsheathed his sword, and struck edge-first. The steel blade left a deep cut in the ice, showing grey black stone underneath.
Not good enough.
Morn allowed himself to fall down the peak before snagging another handhold. He struck again, shaving through a deep layer of ice again. More rock.
Grumbling, he moved up and repeated the action.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
Again.
Nothing.
It was night now. Morn was just about done with stealth.
He pounded the ice, smashing his blade against the rock, dulling the edge in his fury. Burn those scheming bastards! Those cursed little wretches! What where the planning in there dank little holes? Well, he would be there to find out, even If he had to wring there filthy little necks for it.
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Garas Dorman stood guard at the Grand Hall. He'd always wondered what they did in there but the only answer he got was "deliberation."
"...and that's when Jorman bolted. I swear he ran so fast the snow went up in smoke behind him! That deer never stood a chance!"
Jordan broke down laughing as if killing that dear was the funniest thing in the world. Garas chuckled half-heartedly.
"I bet the missus had his hide for coming in with a dead stag, tracking mud and snow just about everywhere."
Garas laughed again.
"No-no, I bet she roasted him up and kept the stag as a husband!"
With that he doubled over, pounding the snow and heaving,
Garas laughed to, but calmed his mid was elsewhere.
"Jordan?"
The other man got up from the ground, still panting.
"Do you know what goes on in there?" Garas said, gesturing to the Hall behind them.
Jordan sighed.
"Garas you ask that everyday. And its been six years! What amount of "no" is enough for you?"
Garas shrugged and mumbled a quick "I dunno" under his breath.
That's when a shadow dropped from the sky.
A knife took Jordan in the neck so fast that the man didn't know he was dead. His mouth still moved, trying to raise the alarm.
Garas looked back, just in time to see a fist connect with his face.
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The force of the blow sent a resounding knock through the massive door. Morn cackled. That was his plan, to knock on the door!
He pulled the guard in, putting a knife inches away from the man's throat.
"Your going to demand entrance right now or I'm going to put you where your friend is."
The guard spluttered, blood streaming from his nose, then shouted.
"OPEN THE DOORS!"
They waited in the cold for a few minutes, then the door opened.
Morn walked up to the opening then stopped. The Grand Hall opened to no one without permission.
He dragged the guard up in front of him, then proceeded to enter.
The guard was first through the door and instantly shouts of "don't kill him!" and "stop!" came from inside. Morn smiled to himself.
"I want everyone to move to the far wall now or this man dies." Morn stated, loud enough to be heard inside.
There was a second of nervous hesitation then slowly, the men and women in the Hall moved back until they huddled at the far wall, waiting.
Morn's knife came away from the guard's neck at the same time his foot connected with his back. The man flew forwards and Morn stepped in, ducking two swords aimed for his head. They kept men at the door at all times, the sneaky little bastards.
Morn swiveled, slicing through the kneecaps of one man then stood and jumped in the same motion, completing a full rotation. His leap sent him over the second swipe of the man on the left and he dropped to the ground well behind the poor fool's guard. A swift stroke, and the man was dead.
He turned, almost nonchalantly, and dodged a sword from his former captive. Fear, more than rage shone in the man's eyes. No one had dared attack this hall for decades.
They were all poorly trained.
The man's head flew off as Morn strode forwards.
"Now, who wants to tell me what happened in this Hall today?" He asked, a devilish grin on his blood smeared face.
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