Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150301192956/@comment-5543592-20150304033316

The sewer grate slammed shut behind him as he scrambled down the ladder, one handed, his left arm immoblie. His arm ached, and he lost his balance on a rung, and fell six feet to the ground. Luckily, he could still function, and rolled onto his leg, and then over himself into full on head over heels sideways roll. He staggered to his feet, and let out a groaned as the movement jerked his arm.

He finally spared it a look. Blood had soaked through the leather of his armor, still slowly spreading outwards from where the arrow had imbedded itself in his bicep. He knew he'd have to pull it all the way through, before the flesh rotted. He scanned the sewers for life forms, his cowl allowing him to see who was on the other side of walls and such. And there were plenty of creatures. Goblins, rats, many things that could potentally ruin his day, already more than it had been ruined.

After stumbling about for fifteen feet he collapsed to his knees. He peeled back a flap of the leather armor to look at the wound. His skin was covered in blood.

"Gross." The Gray Fox muttered. At that moment, a wave of pain hit him, and he was certain he wouldn't be able to continue. He'd pass out, right here in these sewers, bleed to death and then be eaten by rodents. He could already hear their chirps and chitters.

He thought over how the day had lead up to this moment. What had he done wrong?