The shadows skittered across the path as the bitter wind swept through the forest. The group of adventurers huddled closer together. They were being followed but by whom and how many they were unsure. A large wolf padded silently through the trees off to the right, something smelled wrong but he could not locate the source. He felt his masters nervousness through their link but could do little to reassure him. "Be ready, friends. They will be upon us soon." the knight whispers, the sound muffled beneath her helm. A small figure running at her feet pipes up, "Do you think it's dragons?". A sharp slap from the other Gnome shuts him up. The hunter smiles grimly, if the message they carried did not reach its destination then blood would flow freely on both side. He only hoped the assassins would show themselves soon or the Gnomes would do their job for them.
The assassin cautiously edged forward, the wind tearing between the trees and tugging at his black mask as he gently pulled aside a branch in front of his hiding place. He studied the approaching travellers, trying to pick out his target in the group. The high pitched voice of a gnome carried on the wind through the forest, and was swifty silenced by a slap from his fellow.
There! These pinkskins all looked the same to him, but he was sure he could see a message pouch slung across the shoulder of a tall female knight. That knight would die, and the desperate call for aid from the alliance with her. He wished he could see the despair on the faces of the pinkskinned fools when they realised no help would be coming.
Dead leaves swept across the road and piled against the trees, as the knight and her companions steadily approached his hiding place. He carefully replaced the branch, concealing himself as the enemy drew closer. He could hear their footsteps on the ancient stone of the road. It was time.
He gestured with a slight motion of his fingers, and shadows began to move through the forest...
A coded letter from the spymaster
Одна неделя тому назад, я выучил курьера союзничества нося сообщение от их усилий на войны. Через различные середины, я обусловил что это сообщение содержит звонок для подкреплений для изолированной части фронта, куда обе стороны наилучшим образом были выкопаны внутри согласно последнему рапорту я. Это может только намереваться что они теряют драку, они не послало бы такому большому сопроводителю с курьером если сообщение не быть существено к им. Я нанял группу в составе местные бандиты для того чтобы поохотиться вниз с курьера и разрушиться сообщение, тем ме менее я теперь жалею заказ более раньше. Они потерпели неудачу, курьер управляемый для того чтобы избеубежать и исчезнуть к самому близкому селу перед умирать его ран. Как только я выучил этого, я переместил к селу и имел переговор с старейшинью, и последняя вещь, котор он screamed прежде чем он умер был что он прошел на сообщение к группе в составе авантюристы для того чтобы продолжить к командирам союзничества. Я имею несколько хороших руководств на этих авантюристах, и буду держать вас после того как я сообщен как всегда, поэтому я почтительно предлагаю что вы собираете заказ, и готов перехватить их.
One week ago, I learned of an alliance courier carrying a message from their forces on the frontlines of the war. Through various means, I have determined that this message contains a call for reinforcements for an isolated part of the front, where both sides were well dug in according to the last report I aquired. This can only mean that they are losing the fight, they would not have sent such a large escort with the courier unless the message was vital to them. I hired a group of local bandits to hunt down the courier and destroy the message, however I now regret not calling upon the Unseen Order earlier. They failed, the courier managed to escape and flee to the nearest village before dying of his wounds. As soon as I learned of this, I travelled to the village and had a conversation with the elder, and the last thing he screamed before he died was that he passed on the message to a group of adventurers to carry on to the alliance commanders. I have several good leads on these adventurers, and will keep you informed as always, so I respectfully suggest that you assemble the order, and be ready to intercept them.
A note on a scrap of paper, discretely handed to Varuul by a strange orc as he passed by
I have found them. They have made camp at the Greymane Wall in Silverpine Forest, and will being the final leg of their journey soon. You have one chance to intercept that message and destroy it before they reach the town of Southshore. Their leader, one of the knights they call a paladin, has the message. Do not fail.
Varuul meditates and joins his mind to the wind, whispering a message to be carried to each member of the Unseen Order
Brothers, the time has come. Assemble in Silverpine Forest as the sun sets for we must intercept that message, or many of our brothers will die out of turn. This is not a battle. This is not a glorious quest. It will be a bloody task and there will be no honour in it, but this knight must die. We do not beat the drums of war, or march in great columns like the heroes of the great wars, but our task is vital to the horde and it is our duty to carry it out or give our lives in the attempt. But take courage, brothers! Fear not the enemy, for what is there to fear in the night more than us? We are the Unseen Order, and we bring death.
A page from the journal of Simon Hallow, found on the ground near the town of Southshore
Curse those pink skinned barbarians! What demonic power do they call upon that allowed them to escape the Unseen Order's ambush? Perhaps just luck. The Order were outnumbered two to one, and that knight who carried the message seemed invulnerable to their attacks. I have heard of these knights before, worshippers of Lol, the laughing God who commands his followers to shout his name as they charge into battle. But perhaps my plague fevered mind distorts my memories.
Whatever the reason, the ambush failed, and I must now await the consequences of that message reaching Southshore. The order fought bravely, and cut down an enemy gnome who wore magical goggles, only to have him healed and return to the battle to be stabbed to death once again. But this was not what convinced me of the Order's courage, and that if it was at all possible to succeed they would have done so. Their actions at the end of the mission are an example to all of the horde.
Having been defeated on the road by the overwhelming enemy force, the druids among them used their nature magic to heal the team, and they set off in pusuit of the message again. They were too late, the message reached Southshore and was handed over to the town magistrate, but the Unseen Order would not be turned aside so easily. Summoning all their skill, the assassins infiltrated the town hall, and against hopeless odds, used the last of their strength to strike at the magistrate himself. Such bravery brings some slight warmth even to my dried up heart, for they knew even as they threw themselves at the enemy that they would be slain. However, I have been watching the town since, and it seems that no bodies were recovered from the chaos. I do not think I have seen the last of the Unseen Order, and neither have their enemies. They'll get you next time Astralis! Next time!
The journal entry becomes illegible at this point, the page covered with scrawled obscenities and torn by the pen