Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141119151542/@comment-24449631-20141124164347

Rowan held his breath as he aimed at the on the tallest tower.

At first he wasn't visible, but the scumbag had moved towards the ledge of the tower, probably to take a piss all the way down, cause he couldn't be arsed to walk down or gods forbid find a bucket.

The drawn bowstring could be heard stretching the wood somewhat vaguely.

The tip of Rowan's nordic arrow shun in the sunlight of the rising sun.

And a few seconds later. Rowan released, and sent the arrow flying.

The projectile made a speedy hit right between the eyebrows of the Imperial bandit archer standing on top of the tower.

The arrow caused him to cock his neck somewhat and eventually plumit down, and land on the snowy grass with a dull thud.

"Now." Rowan said to 'his' companions.

As he moved towards the fort while still aiming his bow, ready to take the second of the three archers out.