Alagos had his spot in the trees enjoying the evening. He could see his time was spent well. His next target was finished and he had the rest of the evening to himself. All was well until the strike of a wooden arrow hit the tree just a few branches down. He knew what the arrow meant. The red ribbon tied to the feathers of arrow. The man sighed softly and closed his eyes taking everything in for a moment. He had yet another mission ready for him.
After a few moments had passed, Alagos adjusted in the tree and hopped down to the lower branches before using the trees to get back to the small tree village he resided in. Everyone was doing their own thing in the village as usual and Alagos was heading straight for the armed guards who stood at the entrance of their leader. Upon entrance Alagos could see the hooded figure sitting at a desk just across the room. Alagos moved towards the desk and hit the floor with a knee kneeling before him.
"I have yet another mission for you. This time I need you to follow the steps carefully."
Alagos looked up to the man with confusion but looked back down as he was given a scowl.
"Yes sir, what are my orders?" He asked only to be handed a letter giving his mission details upon it.
One thing Alagos hated more was not being given a straight answer but none the less it was what he had to do what was given to him. The elf stood slowly and bowed once more before turning. "What is asked will be done." He said before leaving the Headmaster and stepping out into the tree village once more. Upon the shining sunlight through the trees he opened the letter being sure to keep the letter from others eyes.
Your next mission is a rather simple one. Theres a yearly tournament to be held. Join the tournament and either win it, or kill the competition. Remind the world that we're still alive and not afraid to show our power. You a prideful elf of our race and you are an assassin. Now it's only time that you show your worth.
The letter was rolled back up into the state it once was before and Alagos looked ahead. He knew of the tournament. He'd heard others speak of it often really, The Ceremonial Tournament was what they called it each year. He would be there and he would for sure make sure he ended the lives of someone there. If his master saw that it needed to be done then it shall. Alagos slipped into his home and began to prepare. He took his wonderful bow that had brought him many victories and held a bloodstain look on sections of the wood where he had come in contact with a few people. Another feature across the bow was small indention's covering the bottom half of one side of the bow, each was a mark he had placed himself to mark the amount of victims slain with that bow itself.After his bow was ready, he strung it and wrapped it around his figure the string baring against his chest, he pulled a 9 arrow quiver out from his bunch that held different sizes and other sorts of arrows and hooked the harness to his back as well. From that point, Alagos moved to the desk that sat beside his bed and with a swift kick to the right side a compartment dropped from the side revealing a ivory handled dagger. On the handle, one could see "Alagos" in a cursive writing. He examined the blade and with a sinister grin he slipped it into the sheath and placed the dagger in a belt clip that latched onto his lower back. Once he was sure he was ready, Alagos grabbed a few more smaller things, including tipped arrows laced with poison and others of the sort.
Everything was set and Alagos was ready to go, setting off he headed straight for the Ceremonial Tournament. Upon arrival, he made his way to the stands to watch everyone. He would make his move soon just for now he would sit back and examine the fights. His plan was to examine then attack after he finds the first one to take out.