Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141128022906/@comment-25323290-20141128060531

Irvan, after listening to all the debating about the battle plans, noticed something out of the corner of his eye.

One of the legionnaire scouts were scouting the area. He stood out like a sore thumb, and was an easy target for murder. Irvan casted the muffle spell, and snuck behind the legionnaire like a panther in the dark.

He unsheathed his dagger, and making no noise, slit the legionnaire's throat like cutting an apple in half. Blood on the black blade shined under the moon. Blood flew in almost every direction. For some reason, you could see his soul being drained from his body in an agonising way - you could see that the dead soul was suffered a painful death. However for some reason no one but the group noticed. Irvan kept a calm expression, as if he did nothing.

"One down, I guess." He joked, with the moonlight reflecting off of his night-coloured black armour.