Mystkyller pulls himself from the cellar trapdoor into the narrow, rain-slicked alleyway. Before he can find his footing, a figure drops from the rafters.
Sera
You should have stayed in the dark, ranger. The industrialist pays well for the head of anyone meddling in his harvest.
Mystkyller
She is no scout of the order. Her blade is cold steel, and her eyes betray a mercenary hunger.
Mystkyller
Move aside. Your employer is buying the death of the woods with blood money.
Sera
I do not care for the trees. I only care for the gold waiting at the gate.
Sera draws a serrated shortsword, her boots digging into the cobblestones as she lunges toward his throat.
+ Scene Quest Added
Survive the ambush in the alleyway
“Draw my long swords and attempt capture the assassin.”
SUCCESS (Good Melee Combat, rolled +1)
Steel rings against steel as Mystkyller sidesteps the strike, the rain slicking the alleyway floor. With a fluid, practiced grace, he pivots, bringing both longswords up to trap Sera's shortsword in a precise cross-blade lock. Before she can regain her footing, he drives the flat of his blade against her wrist, forcing the steel to clatter against the wet stones. He pins her against the brickwork, the tip of his secondary blade resting mere inches from her neck.
Mystkyller
Her desperation is sloppy. She relied too heavily on the element of surprise, leaving her flanks wide open to someone who knows the forest as well as the steel.
Sera
You fight like a ranger, but you hold a blade like an executioner. Do it, then. My employer will only send another.
Sera glares, her chest heaving as she tries to wriggle free from the iron-tight grip.
Quest Complete
Survive the ambush in the alleyway