Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150926134001/@comment-6006054-20150928032451

The guards arrived quicker than Issalus had anticipated. With more steel than he had anticipated.

He would have fought, but the ground was not quite behaving. He ran. Specks of blood flew from the maze of cuts on his hand. Sweat slipped into the red canyons, a stinging flood. He managed to hide, to lose his pursuers. The world was a panting haze. This was not a very well though plan. This was not going very well at all. Issalus decided that he would stick to graverobbing in the future.