time to move on

Corllion was barely paying attention to Saltor, he was focused on the tiny insect that had been trying to listen in on the conversation. all of this happened at the same time, everyone was on guard by Corllion's actions. but it happened so fast no one had time to react fully. 

most infighting in the guild was settled without magic and used enchanted wooden sword that exactly mimic's the owner's sword, every member is given one once their blade has been inspected, for training and the settling of disputes. but everyone relaxed somewhat when they saw Corllion wasn't even looking or paying attention to Saltor anymore. Corllion spoke to the group, we might want to leave right now, someone knows where we are now, and I have a feeling we are soon to have company. for some reason everyone even Saltor who still had his blade drawn half out its scabbard didn't need to be told again. 

and just like that the spider that was trying to send a telepathic message to his master Gorath, was cut down and ended it the second it looked in Corllion's direction. as the troupe of elves ran down the tunnels into the labyrinth, Brosh came up to Corllion's side I can tell your going to be no fun at all! why do you say that brother Brosh? asked Corllion with all seriousness. because as soon as you get your feet under you and find your legs, you won't leave any fun for the rest of us. with that everyone in ear shot of the comment broke out in a low chuckle. even Kyra's lips broke into a smile. the only one not in good spirits was Saltor he was so shaken that a new brother of less than two fortnights had unnerved him in such a manner that short of a dragon nothing that walked in open daylight ever had. and it made matter's all the worse that the others to a man took Corllion's side in the altercation. and as quickly as it started Corllion dismissed him even faster, as if he was completely unfazed by Saltor, arguably one of the more deadly members that the shadow order has seen since GuildMaster Avostad. Saltor lied to himself just to try and make himself feel better, by saying the boy doesn't even know enough to be afraid of the shadows yet! but he will learn. and with that, Corllion had just made his first rival in the guild. 

for the next few hours, they ran Corllion just followed the person in front of him, since he had no clue as to where they were headed other than down into a labyrinth and to another magical gate that would supposedly put them five thousand leagues from where the currently are. all the while his hand was resting on OathKeepers hilt and extending his magical perception boosted by Oathkeeper to have as much early warning as he could muster for the group. they reached the gate without any further incidents. High above them in the tunnels, streets and homes of Hornagrod quite screams and cries of anguish from the unknown numbers of people of all the races in the city found lay dying. the unknown assassin did not strike out at the goodly folk of the city the only ones that meet their demise this night where the members of the assassin's guild. 

Diclo moved about unseen, throughout the city carrying out his deadly task set before by an old adversary. and as instructed, he saved the guild leader for last. as he entered the summoning chamber Marcilus Morningstar was waiting for the return of a particular Deamon lord he had struck a bargain with for some information about a group of elves that had recently passed through the city and disappeared. 

when Diclo appaired before him, Marcilus did not notice at first the being before him wasn't standing in the center of the circle of binding. his first thought was this was an underling of Tyranus the Deamon he had cut a deal with for information. a cold shiver ran down his spine, the exact same feeling he felt that first night long ago on a distant island where he was captured by Darkling's and forced to serve them. 

Marcilus spoke brashly with this new Deamon. did Tyranus send you with what I asked for? when Diclo didn't answer immediately, he sent magical energies into the circle of binding to compel the Deamon to speak.

A smile crept across Diclo face when he realized, his target had just noticed, his spell did not work, he began to laugh aloud when the continued casting of the spells did nothing to phase the Deamon at all. sweat began to roll down the small of Marcilus's back and was forming at the corner of his brow. Diclo abruptly stopped the laughter and spoke, your spells won't work on me for two reasons. firstly, wrong magic type human. second and here the most important part, I'm not in your circles of binding and protection. with that Marcilus looked down and came to realize he was in very deep trouble. he never looked up again and crumpled into a pile of dust where he stood only a second ago.