Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161229041106/@comment-24280666-20170111015006

"Be ready to run." Elric pulled a dagger from his belt and held it in the throwing position, as the stomping stopped. The quiet chatter from the soldiers stopped, and the door handle turned slowly.

Elric waited, hoping that not too many guards had returned, as the door slightly creaked open and a figure stepped halfway into the room. Within an instant, the figure had a knife protruding from his neck, as the Imperial Legate fell to the floor.

Tossing a torch at the incoming soldiers, hoping to light a tapestry, Elric ran his shoulder into the window, yelling for Aia and Stauntax to run.