Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-24696651-20160208133100

Cynric stood at the gates of Fort Treva. It was the dead of the night, and his dark cloak hid him well from the bandit sentries. It had taken him a two weeks to ride here, and he had left his horse at a nearby watering hole. Half-Tooth had said it would take him about a month to mobilize, which gave him plenty of time.

His objective was two-fold: first, to disable some of the defences of the fort, and second, to plant stashes of valuable jewellery in various points in the fort. He was hoping this would be enough to persuade the Black Hoods to help in taking the fort. He looked around himself one last time, and, seeing no sentries were nearby, he ran up to the walls and climbed up. He wasn’t intending to kill too many of the bandits – he wanted to avoid arousing suspicion.

He shuffled around in the shadows for a few minutes, trying to spot an opening into the fort proper. Eventually, he saw a path to climb to the top of the fort, but it was exposed, and a bandit at the top would see him. He identified two other guard posts which might spot him, so sneak over to them and slit both their throats, heaping them in a corner to be disposed of when he escaped. He then pulled out his bow, and shot the bandit on the tower right between the eyes, before climbing up and slipping into the fort.