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=Sneak Peak:=  As Dryie neared the castle on his horse, he saw two guards at the iron gate. One of them had a huge amount of armor, this one would be an easy target. In his Quiver, Dryie had one metal piercing arrow. This arrow would allow him to get an easy shot at the man. The man had so much armor on however, that even if he saw Dryie it would take him lots of time to react due to his hundred pounds or so of protection. The other man would have to be killed by blade because he would notice his dead comrade and run quickly with his tiny metal plates. Inching behind one of the beautifully trimmed hedges. The fortress had many guards on the ramparts, and there were small holes in the castle wall. Dryie knew that the circular windows had even more soldiers on the inside. He would have to think of a new plan to enter the citadel. Dryie shot a quick glance from behind the hedge a to the giant clock in the town square. The moonlight gave the clock an eerie effervescent glow that appeared unsettling. It was currently 11:56. Dryie only had a mere four minutes before his team of bandits would think he was dead and rush into the castle destroying everything. He had never really liked citizens of Ildumihr, but he did not wish for a massacre. stealing another look at the clock, Dryie cursed himself for the time he had wasted. It was now 11:58. “Hmm...” The only strategy Dryie could think of to enter the castle, would be to launch a fire arrow into a haystack on top of a rampart. This stack would light on fire, causing the castle guards to swarm toward it. This was only adding a few petty details to the original plan, making it only a bit more risky. Taking a deep breath and pulling on the bow string, that was now the string the fates would use to determine his life. Dryie launched the arrow toward the haystack in a perfect arc. The black ignited arrow, flickering through the night sky, spun gracefully like a falcon diving from the sky to catch its prey of a juicy camouflaged snake. The hay combusted in a torrent of flame once the arrow hit. Now Dryie could hear the rustle of bushes around the stone castle. His team was starting to encircle the Stronghold. Creeping silently and ducking behind randomly scattered shrubs, bird baths, and fountains, they each lit a small stack of yellow grass on the rear side of the hedge. All of the other team members that were nestled in the grand trees saw this signal, and they began to advance toward the castle courtyard, after slipping out from the trees.  Dryie was now confident that this ruse would be effective and without fault,