Season 1, Part 11. Assassins in the shadows, knives hidden under cloaks, this is the world of spies.
About this creation
Donjnir stopped in front of a dilapidated stone building in the middle of what used to be a complex system of horse stables, used to shelter the horses of the Mythronian army. It had long been abandoned due to it's low-lying position and was now the main headquarters of the Mythronian branch of an inter-factional spy network of which Donjnir was a part.
Opening the door directly in front of him, Donjnir stepped into the building.
Closing the door, Donjnir turned to see a Mythronian captain standing several yards to his left.
The captain spoke. "Tell me your name, man, or I will be forced to dispatch you."
Donjnir pushed back his cloak and handed the captain a small, silver, medallion. The soldier inspected it then nodded. "The commander is waiting for you."
The captain ushered Donjnir through a door and into a small, stone room with a table in it's corner. A tall man stood next to the table. The captain saluted smartly and turned, closing the door after him.
The man turned and nodded when he saw Donjnir. "It is good to see you..."
"Call me Donjnir," Donjnir interjected, "My true name must not be spoken." Donjnir surveyed the maps and reports spread over the table. "It seems as if you have moved all your files to this one, small speaking chamber, Commander Burl."
"I must always keep myself occupied." Burl turned back toward the table. "Tell me, what are the state of things in Nerogue?"
"Torr is dead." Donjnir replied expressionlessly.
Burl whipped around and stared at Donjnir for a full minute before he could regain his composure. "How did he die?"
"Assassins. He took a crossbow bolt to the back. It was foolish of him but apparently he was trying to protect his secret." Donjnir glanced back at the door. "There's more, we have found out from other sources that the letter containing Torr's secret was stolen."
Burl probably would have sank into a chair if there had been one available. As it were he leaned against the wall. "Stolen? My... Who will succeed him?"
"But I though his son had been killed several years ago!" Burl protested.
"No, his other son, the younger one." Donjnir corrected. "The lad is barely of electable age but he has the makings of a good leader in him. Right now he is in Rainos, he should be back within the month."
Burl shook his head dazedly. "I didn't even know he had a second son."
A clashing of Swords sounded in the hall. Donjnir's hand flew to his sword, and he stood in front of the door. Stay in here, we can not afford to lose another Commander.
Burl drew himself up to his full height. "What would the men say if their commander coward in a back room while they fought?" Ignoring Donjnir's protests Burl pushed passed him and stepped into the hall.
Donjnir immediately saw the tall, bearded, outlaw battling the Captain in front of the door which had been blown off it's hinges. A young dwarf soldier had killed another outlaw but was felled with an arrow from outside the door.
Burl roared and charged the tall Outlaw, drawing his sword. Their swords met then they drew back. The man swung at Burl's head. Burl ducked, striking out at the man's stomach only to slice thin air and leaving his whole torso exposed. The tall man took advantage of this stabbed Burl in the stomach.
Donjnir felt like yelling, like charging the man, but it was too late. The Outlaw tossed a note onto the floor and then ran out the door.
Adrenaline surged underneath Donjnir's skin and he sprinted out the door. The tall man was long gone but an orc archer stood there. Donjnir charged the orc and before it could respond, sliced off it's head.
He returned to the building just in time to see the Captain pick up the note the tall Outlaw had left and hold it up to the light. "According to the woe this network has brought upon my family, I, Edrid Torr, declare war on Mythron."
Donjnir stood dumbfounded. Edrid? Could that boy possibly be behind this attack? It wasn't possible, it must be a fake.
But what if it was true?
To be continued...
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