Legends of Belariath
Asmondeas
Asmondeas rode like he had never rode before. His powerfull steed leaping the rock, following Asmondeaus commands only. The darkness pressed in on him from all sides as he fled the city, his city.
He was clad only in battered leather armor and a battered shield. His commanders garb was being worn by Yavir his once second in command and would be assasin. The rest of the assains were scattered through the ciy, the blood on his face a testament to thier deaths.
He supposed he should have expected the double cross eventually. That Valeria would have kept him with all he knew around was fool hardy. But he had grown lazy in those few days as commander and hadnt seen it coming until Yavirs sword was drawn.
He was headed upwards now. The blessed darkness of the Nethergloom offered no protection for him now. The other houses would sell him back to Tor-Nocturne in a second. So it was to the surface he went.
He rode for hours on the constantly rising slope.. Finally a strange glare showed out from the entrance to this tunnel. Like a thousand glowing mushrooms. His horse burst out of the tunnel as Asmondeaus began to scream.
The pain was incredible, he was the pain, fire consumed his blood and all he could think of was blissful death. His horse continued on into the forest. Finally in a clearing not to far from the inn the sun set and Asmondeaus collapsed, his freedom won."