Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151002174117/@comment-25418438-20151006131954

Renard wandered down a rugged mountain path looking rather dishevelled along with his fellow surviving traitors. The assassination had gone badly and now the deserters needed food and shelter, Renard could hear grumblings from Duni the Redguard.

"If we'd have planned it more, we'd be in control of the Moth King's keep by now and have all the food we could wish for"

"I heared you the first three times, Redguard." Renard sharply responded. The breton felt the eyes of the deserters upon his back, if he didn't find them food soon, they would surely turn on him.

As the men continued walking for what felt like hours, Renard spotted a man with a red dragon emblazened on his chest sitting at a small campfire cooking a rabbit. ''How foolish, idiot doesn't even know there are Orcs on the loose, well better I kill him and take his food than the Orcs. ''

Renard drew the dagger he used to kill the Knight Commander, and crept up behind the man. As the Breton approached for the silent kill, the man suddenly turned around with a crossbow in his hands.

"Well isn't this a nice surprise, a bunch of Crows attempting to mug and old Knight doing the Lord's work."

Duni spat "We piss on your Gods, now give us your food and you may yet live."

The Knight looked displeased and fired a bolt that struck Duni right between the eyes. "There is only one God and no one shall ever defame him in my presence and survive"

Renard took a step back. "So judging by the dragon you worship Akatosh, well surely the great lord Akatosh would not want fellow worshippers to starve to death."

"Couldn't agree more" the man said as he shot another bolt, this time he missed his mark and only struck Renard in the leg. Renard looked at the other crows who had already started to flee. "Who are you?" he uttered trying to ingore his immense pain.

"My name is Sir Trenton Troyne, but that is not important, what is important is that you make your peace with whatever God would dare to touch the soul of a deserter." Trenton raised his broadsword above Renard's throat. "Any last words, scum"

Renard searched his brain for anything that could possible save his life, in the end he could only muster one thing "If you kill me you'll never find your son".