treaty

Aubrey climbed the rocks on the outer rim of the ogre compound, between the southernmost tower and the cliffside.  He shimmied easily between the shear jagged boulders, and made his way silently to the tower.  He crawled in between the large stone legs, and clung to the side, directly above one of the two ogres guarding the southern pass into the complex.  Dressed in matte blacks and blues, he was just a dark shadow.  As silent as a falling feather, he released his grip on the tower and kicked off of the rock.  He unsheathed a dagger in mid-air, landed on the ogre like a child riding on his large father's shoulders, and deftly slashed the brute's throat.  The other ogre in the pass heard a mumbling gurgle and turned to check on his partner.  He was rewarded with a dagger thrown into his skull.  Aubrey was at the dying ogre's side in a flash, helping him slowly to the ground to avoid a noisy crash.  The elf retrieved his dagger and clicked

It was an unusually dark night in the Blade's Edge Mountains.  The clouds were thick and black overhead, but seemed not to move.  They were low, making it feel as if there was a roof over Daggermaw Canyon.  Good, Fay thought, We can use all the cover we can get.  She, Pelp, and Dekket were perched high on one of the hundreds of large rocky spikes jutting over the deep crag. 

Fay and Dekkett sat on thick, burly gryphons.  The mounts were crouched low, allowing their riders to peer over the spike to the canyon below.  Fay's gryphon Marcus, a dark-golden animal, clucked with irritation.  She scratched his neck, trying to calm him.

Dekkett grunted.  "Marcus's blood is up.  He's ready for a fight."  The dwarf scratched his own gryphon's neck, sensing the same thing from his mount.