Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150323223801/@comment-25038310-20150329211852

"It's a clear shot, Jack. When are you going to take it?" The woman asked, smiling at Jack. She almost giggled, although she refrained from it. She didn't want to startle the animal.

Jack looked at the blonde woman, who was crouching next to him in the dense bushes of the forest. Sunshine fell on her soft skin and braided hair, making Sasha more beautiful. He was distracted for a momemt, and stared at her absently.

He smiled, and replied, whispering. "I'm aiming for it's eye, Sash. Just wait. At the cabin, we'll be able to have ourselves quite the meal.

Sasha nodded, blushing as Jack smiled at her. She looked down for a moment, before nodding. She looked at the deer, and she poked Jack in the shoulder when the animal showed his head. "Jack. There! Take the shot!" She exclaimed.

Jack turned, and quickly released the arrow. But unfortunately, he couldn't see what the result was.

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Jack woke up. Instead of being in the dense forest he was in just a moment ago, he was on a battlefield. He was lying down amidst the corpses of both cultists and nords. Above him, Antoine was slapping jack's cheek, seeing if he had waked up enough to stand. Now he remembered. He was battling Zahkriisos. He had won. He had saved some of the Nords that were being electrocuted and attacked by the priest, and ultimately, killed one of the leaders of the army of the cultist.

Antoine uttered something, although all he could hear was a deafening silence. Antoine brought him to his feet, although he flung an arm over Antoine's shoulder. His bandana smelled awful. Like dried blood.

He looked at the girl that used to be Zahkriisos, but had been stabbed by multiple swords and axes that were stuck in her body. She looked like a youjg teenager. He felt extremely guilty - although he had deemed it necessary - to save both his siblings and the troops of the Ghost-Wolves.

Thomas Masked-Eye grabbed Zahkriisos' mask, as he stuffed it in his coat. Zahkriiso was dead. She was done. He couldn't help her either way. Jack's attack was strong and ibcomprehensible to most. No wonder it took out a Priest in one blow. He rightfully feared his sibling abit. Perhaps he was even abit jealous. Such a spell..

He hurried over to Antoine and Jack, and the three started escorting Jack out of the battlefield, towards the keep of the Ghost-Wolves.

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Deest looked rather shocked at Jana, surprised. He flew after her, and when he had caught up, he buried his claws in Jana's shoulder a little bit. "Girl, Jack sent us here for a reason. Hm. he doesn't want any of his friends hurt! You do not carry a greatsword or a warhammer - nor do you carry a suit of armor. Rushing into battle like this is a synonym for getting yourself killed." The owl 's soothing old voice said, fixing his grey hollow eyes on Jana's.