Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20160117201116/@comment-5824038-20160131101956

Talyaras scrambled to the side, where she took cover behind the wall. Looking around, she noticed a ceremonial sabre hanging on the wall. It would be difficult to get to, and might not even be sharp, but it was her best bet.

Xarxes held out his arms. 'Now now, calm down! I am still paying you, remember?'

The lead thug chucked a coinpurse at him. 'About that...' he smiled menacingly.

One of the ones with a pistol cocked it back and fired at the table where Azirath was taking cover. The ball ripped through the table, leaving sharp splinters in its wake, and tore through Azirath's leg. It was only a skimming shot and did not get lodged inside his limb, but it sent a shot of pain up into his brain.