As darkness settled over the city a figure slipped through the shadows of the buildings closest to the wall. The hood of his cloak pulled up around his head to hide his face. The old familiar thrill of the hunt was burning through his veins as he stalked his target. A lone Guardsman in the out of the way south eastern tower near the gang controlled lands of westbridge. If he botched this small part of the overall mission it would be easy to slip away into the violence ripe evening goings on of the ganglands.
With a trickle of magic the figure reduces his weight and begins climbing the wall up toward the guard station. A piece of rock broke free of the wall and clattered away to the street below. Vorcet held his breath as the rock clattered on the cobbles below. No noise came from above for several minutes so he continued his climb.
At the top he peeked over the edge, with one hand he reached down and pulled a dagger from his waist and placed the blade in his teeth. He poked his head around the side of the tower to get a look at the walkway atop the wall and make sure nobody else was about. Guard had changed twenty minutes ago so the top of the wall was clear of people. THe more populated guard tower to the north near the gates of the city could be seen in the flickering torchlight surrounding it. With his magic enhanced vision he was able to pick out two guards there as well.
Vorcet slipped over the wall careful not to make any noise, careful to keep an eye on the tower to the north and slipped through the tower doors which had been stupidly left open. The interior of the tower was lit with a single torch. Long shadows swept accross the room and danced with the torchlight as Vorcet slipped through headed for the narrow stairway leading to the roof where his target would be watching for invasion from outside the walls.
Vorcet pulled off the cloak covering his vectorian uniform and wove a beguiling spell. He felt the magic cling to his skin with a slight tingling sensation. He put the dagger in his belt and wove a second spell. He felt the magic tighten around his vocal cords, effectively changing his voice into one he had heard earlier.
"Is'Kal, get down here for a moment!" Vorcet called up the stairs attempting to mimic The guard captain's gruff speech. "Watch change isnt for another four hours Rhay. What in the Nine Hells do you want?" The guard called back with an obvious level of annoyance in his tone. Regardless of the argument Is'Kal started decending the stairs. Seeing his guard captain in his watch tower the guard sighed and raised his hands in a mock display of innocence. "What could you possibly want at this hour?" He came closer to vorcet and when he was within range Vorcet moved swiftly slipped around behind him and slipped one hand over the guard's mouth and with the other slid his dagger into the exposed hole in the man's armpit. the guard issued a little gasp of pain as his life started to leave him.
"What I want my friend." Whispered vorcet into his ear, "Is your face.
