Rain fell hard and the wind whipped through the gullys as the group of Solamnic Knights and soldiers, lead by Captain Frost of Good Bay, marched their prisoner to the caravans north of Caergoth. The trip to Palanthas was expected to be uneventful, all felt confident in the multiple measures they had taken to secure their prisoner.

Entessa Di Camarii, head and arms bound together in an ingenious yoke style manakle system, strained against his bonds. Blood tricked from many cuts from such straining, but it was his only hope of escape. The Solamnics, and the Knight captain Frost had bested him through numbers and wise strategy, not to mention the capable fighting skills of the Captain herself. And the very thought of it conjured rare emtions in the Dark Elf.

Not feelings of vengence but of anger and rage. He of all people knew the consequences of failing in a mission given from the commanders of Her Dark Majesties forces. and the shame of it, yes that was it, he felt so little these days that to have a raw emotion was unfamiliar, but there it was, shame, and rage at being in a helpless situation.

He kept his mind keen that night as they camped, he was secured to a nearby tree, an ancient oak that had the marks of hundreds of years on its vast trunk. He watched, waited and listened.

"we should get into palanthas some time tomorrow night." said a soldier, after which he took a huge bite of cured venision, a look of disdain and disgust on his face afterwards.

"Looking forward to your wifes cooking?" retorted another soldier laughingly.

Captain Frost stood guard at the fringes of the firelight, ever vigilant, watching the road, and Entessa.

from the darkness Entessa's dark red eyes glowed, stareing back at her.

Lightning struck in the distance, followed closely by a thunder clap that startled everyone. everyone except the captain and entessa.

"Storms finally catching us." the Knight of the Crown moved to her tent and began to secure the tie downs.

The others followed her example. None of them aware that they were being watched, dozens of eyes, hungry and feirce stared at them from the safety of darkness and shadow.

Lightning struck again, this time nearer and louder, causeing a moments distraction, the thunder that followed covered the movements of the watchers as they quickly and quietly crept closer to the knights camp.

Entessa watched, his superior night vision allowed him to see the approaching danger, but he said nothing, seeing an opportunity.


Lightning struck again, this time a cry went along with it, the breif flare of light revealed a soldier impaled by a spear, its tip coming out the front of him, dripping with gore.

Then all Hell broke loose. the fire was put out by the assailants and immediatley cires and shouts rang out through the night.

Entessa used all his strength and might to break his bonds, slowly but surely the chains and wooden parts of his shakles and cuffs began to stratch out, then, with a great bursting sound the links broke, and the whole contraption began to fall apart.

In the heat of the battle none thought of Entessa, and as knights of Solamnia do, they secured victory and defended their camp. Only minutes later did Captain Frost return to the ancient oak, to see the remains of Entessa's bonds laid out in front of it like so much carrion.

Frost walked away from her group at that point, stared out to sea, towards the swiftly approaching storm front, eyes narrowed and a silent vow crossed her mind, she had defeated this assassin once, now it looked like she would have to do it again.

with one final confident smirk Captain frost turned from the coast line and returned to her camp.