okay, so I was wrong....
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Valnor's timing was perfect. His army went into their positions swiftly, ready to attack when the signal was given. The darknesss hid the army from the eyes of the ashlanders.
It hid Nyph even better. The assassin grinned in satisfaction as the fourth guard fell in a pool of his own blood. Only one more, and he could give the signal. Nyph crept behind the last guard, silent as a shadow. his red eyes lit up in anticipation of the kill. Nyph's job was a thrill. As the blood poured from the ashlander's throat, Nyph let out a sharp, high-pitched whistle.
Nyph watched as the army mercilessly cut into the Erabenimsun ranks. He smiled at the fact that his old tribe was finally eradicated. He had a lot of smiles as of late.
Han-Ammu, the recently-appointed ashkhan fought with all his strength, though he was no fighter, once stripped of his magical belongings given to him by the one seeking to be named the Nerevarine. His eyes grew wide as a claymore stabbed through his stomach.
"And so the tribe falls." Valnor remarked as Han-Ammu fell to the ground.
The remaining Erabenimsun were allowed to run - it was only a few women and children, maybe one warrior.
Nyph walked up to Valnor, who was surveying the scene, proud of his victory.
"One down." he remarked to the warrior.
"Three to go." Valnor finished for him. "Who's next?" he asked with a grin.
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enjoy.