Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160322224717/@comment-24696651-20160327215658

(I was just kidding, Harold.)

15th of Sun's Dawn.

Cynric ducked and weaved, randomly changing direction to make it impossible to fire at where he was going to be, occasionally running on lower sides of the roofs or behind chimney pots for cover. He made his way north, to the lake, occasionally casting frenzy spells at archers if he was in a relatively open area of the roofs. He figured that if he got deep enough into the water, any arrows that did hit him wouldn't penetrate his armour.