Infiltrating And End Of An Inqusitor

Unlike the armored guards at the gates, the inquisitors were clad in flowing dark robes reinforced with potent enchantments, their very fabric whispering with restrained power. Each carried weapons steeped in the blood of countless enemies, their hilts worn smooth from relentless use.

Their faces were obscured by masks of etched metal, their hollow eyes seeming to peer into one's very soul. They did not move like men but like wraiths, gliding through the fortress with an air of silent menace with even their metal armors making no noise.