A messanger bursts through the gates of Castle Darkemhof. Riding a black horse with all haste. Arriving several days later at the gates of Swartzhafen. The exhausted messanger is pointed to the top of the battlements. He lumbers up the stairs with what little energy he has left to reach the captain over looking the training yard. "Captain I have a message...". He is silenced and haulted by the raising of the captains hand. He isn't watching the men training in the yard as grunts and shouts go up. Nor is he looking on as his lieutenant yells at the guards as they mess up the simplest of marches. No he is focused in on what looks to be a small maze. He watches as a slim feminine figure stalks through the maze avoiding the traps and pitfalls set up to snag her. She comes to the end and he grips the side of the rail while he waits for the final out come.
Looking ahead she sees her target. At last she thinks to herself after hours of slowly creeping through the maze avoiding the traps... Her mind now focused on the target at the table that looks to be eating his meal. She stays in the shadows for a long time studying him. Then she spots what she is looking for. Through her mind she quickly plays out her plan. She slowly creeps forward and unsheathes her dagger as she closes in behind her victim she quickly thrusts the dagger and hits metal missing the small gap in the armour and a clear shot to the vital organ she so desperately needed. She softly moans and loses focus. The orc enraged with anger at having his meal interrupted, back hands her with a metal fist sending her rolling. She reaches up to a quickly swelling lip and wipes away the blood as fear wells up inside her. The orc stands and lets out a blood curling roar. The doors burst open and the guards set upon the orc prisoner and detain him perventing any further harm to Genevieve.
The Captain shakes his head and sighs. Turning away from the training field he looks to the messanger for the first time seeing the Counts crest on the messengers chest. "Well what does the count want now". Motions for the messenger to step forward. He is handed a letter with the counts seal upon it. He quickly breaks it and reads through the passage. With a defeated slump his hands fall to his side and with the letter staying in his right hand. "this will set training back for weeks" he mutters with a deep sigh. "Summons Genevieve" he orders his scribe.
A moment later Genevieve arrives to the captain's quarters. Before he can speak she blurts out. "I am sorry I failed you sir. I will do better the next time I swear" Her lip fully swollen now and the side of her cheek turning color. "No your training is here by stopped" he says and pushes forth the letter. She steps forward and gathers up the letter and reads it. "Gods" she mutters. "I know, I have sent to have one of our messanger finest and fastest horses made ready for you" he states with a sigh.
An hour later a cloaked figure is seen riding out of the gates at a full gallop
To be continued.... *evil giggle can be heard*