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Post by Jack Spade on Jun 28, 2010 22:59:05 GMT -5
The man crouched down on the ledge of the tallest building overlooking the entire place. His black cloak kept him heavily shrouded in the night time air. Tonight, he was to be a spirit. A spirit on a mission. Beneath his hood, he watched with intent, making sure he didn't miss his mark.
Just hours earlier, he had just found about a plan to attack his empire. His spies told him where they would be meeting. Tonight, they would die knowing that it would be futile. He wouldn't allow his empire to be threatened by ignorant humans. Ignorant humans who don't know how he fights for peace. Ignorant humans whose ultimate goal is war.
He dug around in his cloak and retreaved a pair of binoculars, looking into a building that wasn't too far away. Two rough looking humans was all there was, though he was sure the place was riddled with guards, as there were a number of archers up on the roof. It was obvious to him that they were the quite the fools if they intended to cross swords with Lord Tragedy Nightshade. He would not allow it. He placed his binoculars back into his cloak and stood up straight.
Tonight, there was going to be bloodshed. A lot of bloodshed.
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