‘That bearskin did come in handy.’ Morvai silently whispered the words to Corvash who nodded back, not feeling the urge to make any other noise. Slowly Morvai crept out of the snow covered bearskin that served as a tent. It had been placed at the foot a large rock, nicely blending in with the surrounding forest.
The two Dark Elves or Druchii as they call themselves, had spent the night there, avoiding all Imperial patrols set out to find them. Corvash eyes met those of Morvai and he got the message: ‘I’ll clean up and prepare for our continued trip, you scout ahead my friend.’ The longbow and quiver were waiting for the professional touch of Morvai’s hand, this bow had served him many times already, he didn’t doubt that it would not fail him this time either.
As a shadow Morvai crept into the thick fog concealing all that wonderd around in the woods. ‘That have to be Imperial Guards, no other beings make more noise then those fools.’ He knew his enemy’s well and did not fear in any way, they were slow, predictable and unprofessional, they were humans after all…
Certain to capture the assassins that killed their lord, the five-man patrol rode into the area. ‘Spread out some more men! We have to cover a lot of terrain because we’re running short on men. And we all know what the cause of that is, so make sure you stay focused. I can hardly wait to see those bastards hanging off our walls.’ The fat sergeant laughed out loud while preparing to take another sip of his wine. The snow and ice stuck in his short beard were already coloured red by the sweet drink…
The silent cracking of the snow and the tweak of a branch was all that was heard when the first Guardsmen hit the ground. He continued his murderous patrol until they all were on the ground, even the fat sergeant had drunk his last wine. When Morvai returned to the camping place, Corvash was already hiding in the shadows, waiting for him.
For three days they dwelled through the woods, before arriving at the Druchii camp behind the forest. They immediately reported to their commander: ‘My liege, the Imperial Commander has been slain, along with a quarter of the garrison.’ The Commander replied: ‘Perfect, as usual, I will send word to commander Uraithen that his men may assault the city. The humans won’t last long without their great leader…’