>>6141568You stand perfectly still, watching the shadow outside your tent grow closer as the footsteps draw near. Without the rage of the sandstorm, you’re able to hear whoever is approaching you with ease. You don’t make a move to grab your axe. Your tent was surrounded by those of your companions. It was possible it was just one of them shuffling around after having to take a midnight leak. The footsteps stop directly outside your tent, and whoever they belong to is now standing directly outside. Were they lost? The two of you stand together in perfect silence for a brief moment. Suddenly, your tent flap opens and you find a dagger plunging into your chest.
>Tristain: 6 DMG, 45/51 HPYou look down at the protruding object lodged inside you, following it to the black-garbed arm that was currently clutching it tight. In the darkness of your tent, you can make out a man dressed in inky clothing that concealed his form save for his beady white eyes, which were now wide-open in shock. It seems this was intended to be a killing blow. Perhaps it would have been on anyone else. The assassin, likely not used to having to stab someone a second time, stands there, seemingly unsure of what to do next. You show him why you never let other men in your tent.
You punch the assassin in the side of the head with a large crack, sending him flying. His grip on the dagger sends it sailing along with him, out of your chest. You move to stand over the man, who scrambles to get back up to his feet. In a panic, he slashes you with a dagger, but this blow lacks the strength of the first, and merely cuts you.
>Tristain: 2 DMG, 43/51 HPYou pick the assassin up from the ground. The man is light in your arms, and with a heave, you flip him over and slam him headfirst into the ground. His neck twists in a grotesque angle, and it doesn’t take a cleric to tell that he’s killed instantly.
>10xp gained! (10/100)You rip the man’s mask off, finding that this is no one you know. Suddenly hearing a noise and screaming outside, you grab your axe and iron bow and duck outside to discover what the commotion is. There, you find more men resembling the black-garbed assassin you just killed. Three of them are in the midst of engaging Adeline in combat, each of them circling the woman. One steps too close and is gored for his trouble. Another two are engaged in a fight with Cuthbert, kept at a distance by the man’s weighty halberd. You can hear similar scenes playing out all around you. As you look up, your suspicions are confirmed.
The sandstorm surrounding Ithaca has vanished.
