Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5424581-20150312070304/@comment-24942837-20150319231145

"Dragon? But that impossible..."

Torolf took his bow out and knocked an arrow, opening the inn door slowly and silently. As soon as he could walk out, he squeezed through the opening, quickly looking up at the sky to see what happened.

What was that? He caught a flicker of something light grey. It had to be the dragon. He looked around frantically again for the dragon...

There it was! He aimed his arrow steadily. On 3...

1...

2...

3! Torolf released the arrow, sending it soaring through the air...

and missing the dragon by many yards. He was pushed just as the arrow was released. The Ranger looked to see who had pushed him.

A Falkreath Guard. He might've laughed if he was not so pissed. The guard lifted his facemask up, revealing an arrogant figure.

"You there, criminal scum. You just attempted to shoot one of the guards. He smirked. "I'm going to have to arrest you now, for the attempted murder of a guard, and attempt to steal the Dragonborn's body."

Torolf rubbed his hand on his head. He hollered. "You--This is ridiculous! I was firing at the dragon, you idiot! There's no guard in sight!"

"I'm a guard, and I'm right in front of you. Now I'm afraid I have to add loitering and resisting the law to your crimes," The smirk on the guard's ugly face grew bigger.

"Wai-What!?"Torolf sighed impatiently. He quickly grabbed the side of the guard's helmet, yanking the headgear clean off as a result, the Falkreath Guard drew his sword. "Now I can add assault, and another attempted murder."

However before the guard could do anything with his sword, the Nord yanked that from his hands, the hilt facing the Guard.

''Whack! Whack! Whack!'' Torolf slammed the hilt into his face, first the nose, then the cheekbones. The other Nord raised his hands up to his already bloodied face, screaming in agony. Torolf stabbed the sword inside the inn wall, far enough to keep it in place, but out enough to make sure it didn't pierce the other end. With his now free hand, Torolf shoved the guard's forehead back with his palm.

...Unfortunately, there was a hardened log that held up the roof of the inn behind the guard, so his head slammed into the log, rendering him unconscious. Torolf quickly decided to take a nice sprint down to the Falkreath Prison, crouching down to avoid as many guards as possible noticing him. When he reached the legitimate cells, unfortunately there was a guard on patrol. So, Torolf stood up fully, charging at the other Falkreath Guard. The poor Nord was so surprised that someone had appeared from seemingly nowhere, he was slammed into with no resistance, as a result landing his head on some rather hard wood and metal for torturing a prisoner, rendering him too unconscious.

Torolf was rather annoyed after, what with having to roll the man over on the flat floor to search him for his keys, wasting valuable time. Once he found the right key, quickly power walking over to Avenwulf's cell, he began to unlock it. "There's a dragon outside, and this Capital needs all the help it can get. However if anyone asks..." Once the gate was open, he tossed the keys to Aven. "You used your charm to "seduce" the guard into giving you the keys, then broke free. I don't want to be mistaken for a criminal here."