Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141107052724/@comment-32663439-20141107092729

(They are really great soldiers though; they wouldn't die from simple bandits. Just so you know, before any more skirmishes.)

Tate scratched his head. "Listen here, mate. I mean you no harm. We just killed the bandots who were trying to tear through your door. You can find shelter with us, in Whiterun." The man looked through a peephole. "Aye, you ain't the same buggers from a'fore, aintcha? Ah, all good then mate. Come on in." Some clanking was heard, and the door swung open. "Alright. Now are there any other survivors around here?" "Aye, there be a small bunch in the inn. It's right thataway." He pointed at it. Tate appointed a couple men to escort the man and his family to Whiterun. Tate knocked on the door to the inn. No response. Tate opened the door, and he saw a bundle of people tied up on the floor. He saw two bandits near the fireplace. He impaled one and froze the other. Three other bandits rushed out of the adjoining rooms, and Tate singlehandedly dispatched them all. He untied the seven victims and asked them "Are there any more survivors?" One of them said "Not that we know of." They were escorted back to Whiterun, and Tate cleared the rest of the town, saving six more people. Then he headed back to Whiterun with the survivors. The bodies of the dead bandits were collected and buried in a mass grave outside of town.