[King Kevz]

The sun blazed down from high above onto the backs of the weary and tired slaves as they worked together to pull and push giant blocks of granite stone across layed out log pathways towards the partially built Pyramid for Pharaoh Ramses II. The Pyramid was only half completed and yet it was already as tall as Ramses I's tomb and it was clear that Ramses II intended to show that he was twice the man his father had ever been and so slaves toiled and died for one man's vanity but such was the life of a slave to do nothing but serve and die.

Not far away from the Pyramid construction a large and lavish tent stood on a high dune overlooking a lush and vibrant oasis, guards wearing the light armour and weapons of the Royal Guard stood at its entrance and around its perimeter ready to give their lives to protect the Pharaoh inside however, the constant heat of the sun and buzzing of the flies was enough to distract and annoy one of the more junior guards who constantly swatted at the annoying insects with a grimace on his face. So when the young slave boy turned up with refreshments for the Pharaoh the guard angrily waved her through not bothering to check her over for weapons or calling for a taster to check the water for poison.

The boy entered the tent and made his way across to the table that stood in its centre, placing the water jug down on its surface the boy reached under the folds in his clothes and retrieved a small dagger from within. Looking round for the Pharaoh he was surprised to find the tent empty apart from a shadow behind a nearby curtain, guessing that this was the Pharaoh he slowly and carefully crept across making as little sound as possible. He made his way up to the curtain and gently pulled it to one side and raised the dagger to strike.

The sudden sharp pain in his back and the appearance of the curved blade that had erupted from his chest caused the would be assassin to gasp in shock before falling off the blade dead. Ramses II shook his head sorrowfully at how young the assassin was before leaving the tent with the bloodied blade. After informing the soldier who had let the assassin in that he was to be executed he went back into his tent to wait for his chariot to arrive to take him back to the capital at Cario. This wasn't the first attempt on his life and it wouldn't be the last but either way Egypt would survive and proper.

[King Kevz]

Two days later

"My Pharaoh it is an honour to be in your presence and to serve you" spoke the kneeling man, his voice hiding the contempt and anger that he felt for his so called lord. "I understand I was summoned here for a certain task?" he enquired without raising his head or tone of voice. "Ah yes Acuu you have served me faithfully for many years now, keeping a steady flow of income... until now. Don't answer I know all about your dealings with the European Traders and now you will pay for your betrayal" and with a flick of his hand he sent the signal to the waiting assassin.

Leaping out from the shadows the Hashkeh assassin flicked out his hidden blade and plunged it into the neck of Acuu, stepping back as blood flowed from the wound onto the floor of the Pharaoh's throne room. "Well done my Hashkeh now I have another duty for you. I command you to go to the land of the Caliphate and watch over their ruler. Ensure that no harm comes to him from friend, foe or anyone else but do not be found and do not harm him. If you are caught I know you will not talk but you must end your life as quickly as possible. Now go!!". With a simple silent nod of his head the Hashkeh left the throne room heading out to his waiting camel for which he would need for the long journey.

Meanwhile in the throne room slaves were brought in to remove the body of the corrupt dockmaster and to clean the stains from the floor. To rest from the day's events the Pharaoh decided to bathe with one of his many concubines whilst the throne room was cleaned. The family of Acuu were banished from Egypt and made to leave with few supplies and no camels. They never made the journey, without water or food any no fast means of travel the children died within weeks and the wife was attacked by bandits and made into a slave.

The Hashkeh meanwhile slowly made his way to the border of the Caliphate.

[King Kevz]

Outside of Medina

The Hashkeh pulled on the reins of his camel and brought the animal to a halt in a cloud of kicked up sand, the gates of Medina rose before him like a sheer cliff daring him to dash himself upon its face. Of course he was no fool and wouldn't dare think of trying such a dangerous and foolish feat. Instead he gently kicked the side of the camel and brought the camel alongside the caravans that were making their way into the city. The assassin made no attempt to hide the short sword hanging from his belt as many travellers would carry them for means of self defense, the throwing daggers and the hidden blade in his gauntlet were well hidden from view though.

Passing through the gates the Hashkeh gave the guards a short quick nod of his hodded head before continuing on in his journey. Weaving his way along the main streets he quickly came to a rest stop and lowered himself off the camel before tying its reins to a nearby stand so it couldn't wander off. It didn't mean it couldn't be stolen but considering his mission it didn't matter if it was.

Looking around the Hashkeh saw the spires of what must be the Caliph's palace and whilst that was where his objective waited, he needed to know more about the city. A quick but careful search of the city's skyline showed a tall tower nearby from which he could easily see the whole of the city. Moving quickly the assassin made his way into the side streets staying out of sight whilst he climbed up the walls of the building using supports and natural hand holds to ease his way up. Once on the roof of the buildings the Hashkeh ran from one building to the next and after a few short minutes and one or two leaps he was at the base of the tower.

The climb took some effort and he almost fell after one handhold crumbled beneath his grasp but eventually he made it to the top and perched himself in a crouch a top a wooden support. From his vantage point he could see all the way back to the main gates he had entered from to the Palace and then further past to where more exits lay. Satisified that the layout of the city was now known the Hashkeh spotted a over packed cart of hay and judged the distance before leaping off and diving from the tower down into the cart. The impact was still enough to knock the wind from his chest for a few short breaths but he quickly recovered and leapt out of the cart and once again disappeared into the side streets, his destination the Caliph's palace.