Day Three
Remember how I said it was the perfect place to sleep? Well the word i was trying to stress was in fact the was. Perhaps four or five hours later it stopped being the perfect place to sleep. I thought i could hear voices from just outside the tent, being in the army for so long made me a light sleeper I heard the weapons come out of their scabbards, there was at least four daggers. I hoped for two people holding two weapons each, but somehow I knew that it was four people stalking the campsite. The campsite had four tents each with three people, even for the most skilled assassins it would require twelve weapon strokes to kill off everyone, more like eleven because I had no intention of dying. It would all come down two process of elimination as to how many of the travelers would die before one came after me.
I counted the strokes, one two three four, one tent down it was the north tent that fell first, four strikes from professional blades, must have been all in unison and there was no screaming. They were picking the next tent I was in the south tent, that much I knew, one in three chance to be a partial hero to these people. The odds seemed stacked against me, but they picked south. I drew my weapon silently the ties on the flap of the tent were released and customer number one stuck his head in. He was not expecting me to be awake or armed, he managed a short yell before my blade met with his heart. It was a quick death, a warriors death to be assured. Perhaps if things had not gone the way they did we could have been allies, or at least rivals, but today we were enemies, I pushed him out of the tent sending one of his friends sprawling to the ground.
I let out a battlecry both to awaken the others but to try and distract them for as long as I could, tents were not made for standing, let alone fighting in. Three men dressed in black and red armor each with a red hand embroidered on the front. I knew the logo but I could not recall from where. I spent the next few moments of my life parrying all manner of attack even getting some strikes in myself. Spells were flying swords were clanking, but that was all before east and west did the smart thing. They give me a silent non and I hit the floor, the second I did all eight of them fired arrows. They were avid hunters and all of the arrows hit their mark and three assassins fell to the ground with me. I patted them down but all they had were some weapons I didn't want, armor that wouldn't fit and a wax sealed note. It was nothing fancy, just a marked note to assassinate one Drisstan Alavand...wait, that's me!
(Sorry this day is so short, day four will be with it I swear)
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