Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150407230816/@comment-6006054-20150411010241

Ekrun heard the snapping of a twig, and turned to see three men rushing him. He drew his crossbow, leveled it at the foremost assassin's chest, and fired. He did this in one practiced motion. He dropped the crossbow at his feet, without waiting to see if his shot connected. The blade of Ekrun's claymore was pristine, perhaps the only part of his equipment to be so. It glinted elegantly in the sun as the warrior drew his immense sword.