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It was late at night at CaberTown as Rythian headed back towards the secret base, Zoey had gone with Teep to find some more cocoa beans whilst Ravs was busy being mayor of the large village; that included making sure no one tried to murder him to become mayor after him, but he had trusted guards with him to help with that.
Rythian, for once, was content with life; he was away from Lalna and Sjin, the peace treaty having been successful so far. No one had found his secret location and they were all somewhat safe. Yes he may no longer have his magic, yes the Queen of the end was constantly after him but all in all it was a peaceful night, for now.
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As Rythian made his way precariously along the, surprisingly strong, Minecraftian lily pads - that could destroy a small boat - he thought over tomorrow. He would be meeting with the rest of the Yogscast to announce an official peace treaty. Sjin and Lalna would be there but he trusted the others to keep them in check, the invitation - well more of an order really- had come from their trusted leader, Xephos, so he was sure that it wasn't a trap at least.
He finally reached the sandstone walls and uttered a short, ancient charm that still worked, even after the disaster, this was most likely because of the fact that it was from before the first civilisations and was used to protect temporary camps so it had to be re-casted every few days. Luckily, only ancient races knew of this charm so no one were likely to get in.
Rythian sorted out all of his equipment, putting his armour into chests and preparing to go to sleep. He hung his powerful sword in its sheath at the end of his bed and stuffed Enderbane under his pillow; yes it was uncomfortable, but it was better than anything else.
Rythian allowed his eyes to slowly droop closed as he was dragged into the deep confines of sleep.
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The enderborn awoke to the sound of a charm being casted, he recognised it as the charm for entrance to the camp; he managed to tune in on the voice and heard a rough voice that he recognised, in his half asleep form he couldn't figure out who it was exactly but he supposed that it was Ravs, he did often come in here for supplies anyway.
Rythian let his eyes close again slowly as he listened to the rummaging outside.
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As the figure outside pretended to look in chests for supplies, he was discreetly listening to Rythian inside the tent and noticed that, through the slightly open tent flap, that there was a sword hung at the end of the bed. Perfect.
The figure hung around outside until they heard the sound of deep, slow breaths, indicating that the target was asleep. They crept up to the tent with more stealth then one might expect and slowly, slowly opened the tent flap. Rythian was asleep. Good.
The dark figure reached forwards and grabbed the sheath and unhooked it from the end of the bed.
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Rythian awoke yet again, but this time to the sound of a sword being unsheathed. His violet eyes shot open, and infront of him saw a dark shadow looming over him, with the enderborn's own sword held to his chest.
He saw a manic grin appear upon the familiar face of the person over him. He took all of this in in a millisecond and quickly rolled off of the bed, managing to grab his dagger before the attacker swung at him, he rolled again and leapt to his feet, parrying yet another blow.
Rythian dodged, blocked and side-stepped each and every attack until he saw a far too familiar shine begin to run up the length of his attackers blade. "Oh no, not good. Not good!" His thoughts ran as the powerful glow continued to spread up the sword. The glow showed that the enchantments upon it were beginning to activate, when that happened he was dead for sure.
The mage had to think quickly and lunged for his opponents hand but it was too little, too late. The figure had anticipated the attack and swiftly and easily avoided the dagger; the attacker jabbed at Rythian's chest but the enderborn managed to knock it away, sacrificing the Enderbane which snapped clean in two.
The attacker took advantage of their opponents situation and sent a rally of attacks his way, unfortunately, the mage was used to having his magic in a fight and had only recently learned not to use it; so without his supernatural speed he couldn't avoid all of the attacks, one of which landed on his skull, shattering it.
The mage dropped to the ground, holding his head in his trembling hands. The tip of his attackers blade forced his chin up and he saw the face he knew so well.
The figure smirked as they saw the saddened look in Rythian's cloudy purple eyes. A gloved hand shifted into a better position and the hilt of the sword.
"Nighty night mage."