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Jonal Turamarth 78/78 56/56
Jonal did not go to sleep that night. He had a job to do and this was the time to do it. Nobody suspected anything of him. He had counted 10 men all together. The two targets and their 8 comrades. Terak was the leader of the 8. His two targets were probably the only magic-using folk. He had to be careful around them.
First things first. Take out the only guy that's awake and has a bow. Jonal was skilled in many thievery traits as well as assasinations. He could not remember where he'd got all the training however. His memory had been wiped by a stupid cleric.
Jonal slid the dagger from his belt as he crept along out of his resting place and located the lookout. He had his sword ready beside him in the event that this throw went bad. He steadied himself, breathed in, breathed out...pinched the end of the dagger tip, and threw. The blade twirled soundlessly towards its mark, cutting straight through the throat of the man as it landed home, cutting off his breathing and his blood supply to the brain. There was no sound except the quiet thud of a body falling into the soft earth. Jonal stood very still and listened for any sounds that might mean that somebody wanted to find the source of that thud. None came. He smiled, and turned towards the places where the others slept. Using his expert ability to walk as quietly as he had been trained to, Jonal walked up to each man and cut their throats as they slept. Finally, he had killed 8 men, but the two of importance still slumbered. Where had they laid down at? They were not with the 8 men. Had they used a spell to disguise their sleeping place?
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