Pitch black robes swirled around legs clad in black leather. Matching black steel-toed boots clomping on the ground with every heavy step. It wasn't Fang's usual MO to be making loud noises, but silence wasn't necessary for this particular mission. The rest of the Shadow Seekers were camped outside of the large complex. It was a huge structure on an even larger plot of land. One could refer to the place as a fortress. Inside were numerous guards, all clad in uniform silver and green armor, bearing the crest of a necromancer cult on the breast plate. None of the soldiers actually knew magic, but years of brainwashing plus mental and emotional training (or reducing thereof) had them following orders flawlessly.
The grounds were fenced off and gated by a twelve foot high wooden wall, tipped with poisonous barbs, and patrolled on the inside and outside by guards. Parked around the area were various different airships of all different shapes and sizes, waiting to be loaded or unloaded. The main building was where everything that was being shipped was sorted.
The facility itself was a mass of loudness and noise, which was why Fang allowed himself to clomp with abandon. The noise came from running airship engines, and machinery within the main building that was used to sort the inbound and outbound packages. For once, this mission didn't involve a specific target for him to kill (though he might have to lay waste to a few guards), but instead it was a recon mission. The facility was a trading center for magic contraban goods (mostly weapons and narcotics), and Fang's job was to find out where everything was being shipped. The irony of it all was that he didn't work for any kind of government faction. He had been commissioned by a competing organization, and their ultimate goal was sabotage of the delivery lines. Fang didn't care for any of that, however. Once he was through with gathering information, and causing a little havoc within the vicinity, his job would be finished.
Quickly, yet stealthily, Fang darted into a large, important-looking room. It had no windows, and was lit by torches on the walls. There was a large table in the center of the room, lined with chairs. A meeting room of sorts. The details of the place weren't what interested Fang though. What interested him was the large map laying conveniently on the table. It was marked with various routes and points that were marked out as destinations.
Jackpot
Fang rolled up the large piece of parchment and folded it so that it would fit into his robes. Then he channelled his magic energy, and melded into a shadow, seeping through the cracks in the wall and arriving outside.
It was at that point that all hell broke loose.
It didn't occur to Fang that there would be a magic-use detector in the facility, but then he realized that the people sorting the packages might try to steal items being shipped, or even stupidly try to use them. Whatever the case, an alarm went off, and he was surrounded by guards within seconds. It wasn't looking pretty for him. Fortunately, he'd planned to start a ruckus once he got the map. It's just that the plan was being put into motion much quicker than he would have guessed.
Though the pickle he was in might seem hopeless, it was then that the rest of the Shadow Seekers decided to rush into the area. There were only a dozen of them, but a dozen highly trained assassins working together made a very deadly force. At that point, Fang had six guards with six swords pointed all at him. Five of the six got distracted by the attack, and the last one, who was their captain, died the moment they did, the hiltless end of a black dagger pointing out of his right eye socket.
As soon as the captain hit the ground, two more guards had daggers inserted into fatal areas on their persona. And then the last three barely put up a fight as Fang danced around and over them, sending daggers flying and, at this close of a range, never missing a target. Six down, hundreds left to go. The Seekers didn't need to kill all of them, though. They just needed to set a couple of things on fire, and then get the hell out.
Fang quickly moved to meet up with the rest of his squad. None of the guards could even get close. They died wave by wave.
"Alright guys, it's time to get out of here. Let's finish it." said Fang, with a purpose. To his horror, however, he had spoken too soon. They wouldn't be leaving very easily.
Just as he finished his sentence, bodies that were dead moments before began to stir, and rise, taking up arms again. At this point, they were much harder to incapacitate, having already been killed. One of the necromancers that ran the cult was in the vicinity. And he was powerful. Already, all of the thirty or fourty guards that had fallen by the Seekers were back up, and attacking them.
Their only hope was to find, and kill, the necromage that was controlling their assailants.
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