Ongoing Story/Your attack is successful
From Create Your Own Story
Chapter 8: The Sorcerer Luhrash
You slice Bjorn across the abdomen, exposing his innards to the open air. A surgeon could not has gutted him any cleaner. As the human guard bleeds out his lifeblood you lean back into the half-orc, making as if to kiss him. Not yet aware that his companion is convulsing not in orgasmic delight but instead his death throws, he returns your kiss, his thick slobbery tongue invading your mouth. Without a glimmer of hesitation you slit his throat from ear to ear. Gurgling stupidly in confusion, he dies.
The miserable bastards deserved much worse you think.
You clean yourself up a bit and adjust your clothing. You so dislike looking less that perfect. Cleaning your blade off on Bjorn's shirt before returning it to its sheath, you examine the guards' clothing. The squat half-orc was about your height and wore a helm that obscured most of his hideous face. You don his helm and his cloak; it makes a fairly decent disguise you think as you inspect your reflection in a brass mirror nearby.
You make your way though the castle. A couple of times some servants come across you unexpectedly, but they make it a point not to look directly at you. Apparently the Duke's staff knew to give Rasha the half-orc wide berth. This may prove useful, if most of the castle's inhabitants fear to look directly at you, they will be less likely to see through the deception.
You make you way deep into the Keep, eventually loosing your way. Suddenly you turn into an intersecting corridor and collide right into the Duke's magician, the necromancer Luhrash! He is a gaunt and imposing figure of a man, standing more that six and a half feet tall in his voluminous black robes. He curses you for your clumsiness and straitens his robes in a huff. Taking a second glance at you his posture changes slightly in recognition.
What happens now?
