Legacy & War (Battle of Nippur)

[Demetri Malius]

Victor, Demetri....I am at an undisclosed location in Nippur...

Words filled the thief's mind as he struggled o stay conscious. His body screamed in pain and yearned for rest, his abilities withering and his mind heavy with fatigue. He could only catch phrases of his headmasters orders.

Wolfe, I request that you... allies who desire protection can travel with... Pale Moors.... ten miles east of Nippur if you can and are willing...

As the words died and faded, leaving the thief with only murmurs and shuffling around him after his thrashing from the warlock. As he lay motionless, he could see his precious satchel in front of him.He could barely make out those around him with his senses. The warlock, the devious child, the demon, the assassin. It seemed as if the whole city was helping themselves as he watched different pairs of hands grasp his satchel.A flash of light and the warlock was gone. Demetri could barely muster his energy to open his eyes, until a large shot rang in his ears. He could feel the assassin's life seep from his body as he fell to the floor. Confusion. Worry. It was time to move, to get out of this place.

Small footsteps came over by his body, kicking up dusty into his already squinting eyes, before rummaging through his satchel for the gloves that had exchanged hands, like a harlot in the streets. The thief slowly picked himself off the floor his body rigid and aching as he gritted his teeth. "Those... are my trophies... don't force me to take them back and-"

"I would strongly advise you against doing that, thief." The red-faced sorcerer interrupted him and caused the thief to grind his teeth even further. He was severely outnumbered. With a quick roll he snatched up his satchel and faded as the child turned to face the sorcerer, using the rest of his energy to flee the scene. He must report to the Headmaster, the city has fallen, the enemy is victorious. he quickly went over to Victor's body, checking his vital signs, but it was too late, the prime was dead. Damn... As he thief cursed under is breath he noticed the pair of daggers slowly losing their power from their owners death. He took one last glance before stashing them in his satchel. They were no use to the dead assassin anyways, so he might as well. Demetri would have to report the current situation to the Headmaster.

With pained movements, the thief moved through the streets to the east, heading to the rendezvous that Nealaphh had mentioned. He felt his enemies fall behind him as they let him be, most likely because he was not directly affiliated with this New Babylon group. In either case, he needed to regroup fast, who knew what their foes had next in mind...