Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150609040541/@comment-4363162-20150618101020

"Gods-damned bandits," cursed Adler as he limped through the tattered streets of Helgen. The air stank of blood. His own?

Off in the distance, he noticed the lights inside a particular building abruptly turn off. When the lights came back, the silhouettes of three figures pappeared in the window. Bandits. No doubt.

He pulled the 5-7 out from his pant pocket, cleaning off the blood with a corner of his shirt. Clutching the pistol in one hand and his injured leg in the other, he moved forwards towards the house.