Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-24736819-20161203181018

The sun was high and mighty when Gudrug reached his beloved fishing spot. Away from people, away from those atrocious mudcrabs and most of all away from Gudrug's annoying wife.

"Ahhh, this is the good life!", the middle-aged breton let out when he finally took his seat by the sea and stretched out his legs, shoving the fishing rod in the sand to wait for a bite.

He lowered his cap and laid back, ready for a much needed rest when he finally spotted the woman. Long raven hair, most likely unconscious as she had the waves crashing into her body and she didn't even reacted. Gudrug thought that he should help her or at least get the woman rid of items she wouldn't need anymore, in case she was really dead, so naturally, the breton started jogging towards the body.

As he approached his target, Gudrug realized that something was not what he first guessed. The woman became bigger and incredibly muscular as he got near the body, up until the moment where he smacked himself on the forehead for not realizing that was a man and not a woman.

"Sir? Mister?", Gudrug called as he approached the body. Now, the fisherman could see the unconscious fellow was almost naked, only using a loincloth.

Gudrug poked the man with his right foot, trying to wake the odd man up, but to no avail.

"Journey wasted, this fella has na'thing to scavange from... Poor ole basterd.", Gudrug kicked the man a bit stronger than before and almost immediately that made Bouros jump up, awake.

"What the fuck?!", they both shouted, simultaneously, but for different reasons.

"So...sorry, mister. I thought you dead.", Gudrug apologized.

"You and me, both. Where am I?", the long haired fellow asked, "Gods, I'm famished..."

"The beach, sir... I was about to fish some delicious ones to eat, the least I could do is offer you one or two.", the breton led the strange man to his fishing spot and saw a couple of strange-looking men going through his stuff, "Hey! Yous twos! Get off of my stuff!"

The bandits were surprised by the two incoming men, but they were mostly amazed by the sheer size of one of them. The both of them pulled small daggers and thought to have the advantage on that fight, because even though one of their victims looked very intimidating, he was also almost naked and therefore had no ways of fighting against two armed men.

"Step away now, this is our stuff.", one of the bandits spat on the ground.

"You cross that spit mark and we will be forced to open a few holes into your bodies!", the second bandit chuckled.

Bouros, apparently, did not listen or chose not to listen, because he kept walking while Gudrug stopped.

"Mister, let go! They are armed!", the fisherman pleaded his new acquaintance.

"But they look so fragile and weak. I'll retrieve your stuff, my friend.", it was almost funny to hear those words coming out of the mouth of someone who was unconscious a few minutes ago and is only wearing a loincloth, but the fact that all his stuff were in danger and the bandits were armed prevented Gudrug from laughing at all.

The duo of bad men almost had no time to react, as the long haired fellow begun to charge towards them in a menacing manner everything they could do was stick out their dagger-wielding hands and hope for a miracle... which seemed to be the case.

Bouros was running so fast and so focused on the bandits that he missed to see the big rock on his path. He misstepped near the rock and ended up losing his balance.

"Agh! Fu..", he let out while stumbling towards the bandits.

His potential targets were too afraid to look what happened next, but Gudrug could not believe what he just had witnessed. The huge, intimidating man, who was unconscious a few minutes ago or seemingly dead, tripped near the first bandit and ended up flying towards the man's sticked out dagger, landing head first into the blade which entered Bouros' forehead and stucked itself into the huge man's brain...killing him at last.