Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150918203802/@comment-24141785-20150921192715

Gabriel kneeled before the man, panting in exhaustion. He started to slowly pull the knife out, wincing in pain.

"Have to stop the blood from leaking out any more." He murmured to himself, as he sheathed the bloodied blade. He scavenged some nearby wrappings, tying them around his hand and ankle.

Making some progress...

He slowly rose to his feet, looking around for a better weapon. After looting for what seemed to be a few minutes he found his Silver Longsword, slightly battle-dameged.

"Okay... Now for the exit."

The Breton quietly stumbled up the remaining stairs, keeping a watchful eye. He spotted a guard in the distance, and with all his energy he charged.

"What in the name of the Divi--"

Gabriel lunged at the woman, tackling into her. The two fell off the top of the tower, collapsing onto the grass. He grunted with pain, a tad displeased with how it turned out. He rolled onto the Dunmer, plunging his sword into her chest before she could retaliate.

He rolled off of the women, gaining back his footing. He looked around carefully, before heading back towards the city.

I can make it...

He felt his boots pound the ground as he jogged towards back, the beating of his heart echoing in his mind. As he stumbled in the middle of the night his vision started to become unreliable, things starting to blur.

"Shit couldn't get any worse." He muttered with a slight smirk as he paced himself back. "This will be one hell of a task."