Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190916205409/@comment-5543592-20190917002005

The lasso, being a lasso, only tightened the more Clodagh struggled.

The lasso intended for Kashya missed, going tight on air, and the lasso Khajiit pulled it back.

"That one's getting away!" The Khajiit shouted, pointing at Kashya. They wore roughly the same outfit, all-black clothing, faces covered, although their outfits had variety in terms of the make of the clothing--cotton, linen, leather. There weapons were irregular too, a mix of axes and fatt-bladed swords, made for clearing brush and killing in equal measure.

The rope fell away from Lysilde, and the thrower dropped it, fading back into the jungle.

"Baldr!" Nyasia shouted again as she was dragged away. The knight, for his part, was rapidly emerging from the blanket, dismounting, and drawing his sword all at the same time.

Scaldor had some how avoiding the blanket intended for him and dropped to the jungle floor. He was walking towards the man who had lassoed Nyasia.