Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141218235443/@comment-16669347-20141219070723

Rivnar was riding through the Alik'r desert when he came across a nomadic tribe that looked to be starving. They looked at the unconscious imperial soldier on the back of Rivnar's horse.

"Oh, uh, it's not how it looks. I'm... just bringing him home. He's sick." Rivnar lied. He went to ride on before they could ask him quetions. He felt a thump on the back ofhis head a few seconds later and turned to see one of the nomads holding up a staff. "I...told you...it was-fine." Rivnar managed to say before he passed out.

An hour or so later Rivnar awoke tied up to a post. The nomads had built a fire and were cutting up Rivnar's horse. "No... Tornac...you pricks." He managed to sayas he sat up.

"Don't mourn your horse rider. You'll join him in the stew soon enough." The eldest of the nomads said. The he turnd back to cutting up the horse.

"Cannibal bastards." Rivnar spat. He turned and saw the targt was tied up and still aliv. That was good, when Rivnar finished destroying the cannibals he'd still be able to deliver the target. He turned back to the elder cannibal. "And why a stew? Seriously, it seems like cannibals always make astew witha black pot. You know what? Never mind, not important, untie me so I can kill you."

"Tempting... but, no."