04-01-2021, 12:18 AM
The nervousness tightened in his gut, but he nodded, just as resolute.
"Then let's make history," he replied. They made their way to the rest of their band, giving them the signal. Tiras made his way to the edge of the trees, just inside their shadow. He donned his helm, shut the visor, and cast his spell.
Fog of Hades
From everywhere there was moisture, mist rose, thickening the air, casting a pall of fog around the entire prison. The group sprinted forwards, reaching the wall of the fortress without incident, with Tiras bringing up the last of them, more sluggish than his usual spry self. Atop the thirty foot walls, the guards wouldn't have been able to spot a thing. Tiras made his way towards the front of the group, peering around the corner to the gatehouse.
Torches lit the road up to the gate, and the guardsmen had their weapons out and at the ready. Tiras slowly drew his, the sword of Sir Adrian, careful of making too much sound. Then again, with as much clinking armor as was in their ears, Tiras was sure the guardsmen couldn't distinguish his all that well. He motioned for the quieter members of the group. The sooner those guards were dead, the sooner they could sneak in before the alarm was sounded. It was odd that it hadn't been already, but then, fog was not unusual around this area, especially at night.
It was odd that the gate wasn't entirely shut, however. Were they expecting another convoy? This late at night?
"Then let's make history," he replied. They made their way to the rest of their band, giving them the signal. Tiras made his way to the edge of the trees, just inside their shadow. He donned his helm, shut the visor, and cast his spell.
Fog of Hades
From everywhere there was moisture, mist rose, thickening the air, casting a pall of fog around the entire prison. The group sprinted forwards, reaching the wall of the fortress without incident, with Tiras bringing up the last of them, more sluggish than his usual spry self. Atop the thirty foot walls, the guards wouldn't have been able to spot a thing. Tiras made his way towards the front of the group, peering around the corner to the gatehouse.
Torches lit the road up to the gate, and the guardsmen had their weapons out and at the ready. Tiras slowly drew his, the sword of Sir Adrian, careful of making too much sound. Then again, with as much clinking armor as was in their ears, Tiras was sure the guardsmen couldn't distinguish his all that well. He motioned for the quieter members of the group. The sooner those guards were dead, the sooner they could sneak in before the alarm was sounded. It was odd that it hadn't been already, but then, fog was not unusual around this area, especially at night.
It was odd that the gate wasn't entirely shut, however. Were they expecting another convoy? This late at night?
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