Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161119113716/@comment-24280666-20161120184342

Solitude stood in front of Elric, bathed in torch light from the shimmering lightposts. Elric put his hand over his daggers, gripping them firmly as he snuck up to the front gate. He stayed back a fair distance and surveyed the gate.

"Two guards... heh."

He loosened his grip on the daggers and instead pulled his length of rope from his pack and tied one of his daggers to one end of the rope. He slunk up to the shortest tower overlooking the gate and began to twirl his rope. He threw it up and found contact with the top of the tower. After pulling down on the rope several times to test it's strength, Elric began to scale the tower.

Halfway up the tower, a guard spotted Elric. The guard began shouting for aid, and pulled his sword to cut the rope. Elric bounded up the tower and drew his dagger with his free hand. As he lept on to the tower from the ledge, he drove the dagger into the guards hand, making him drop his sword and scream in pain. Elric quickly pulled up the rope and wrapped it around the guards neck. He kicked the guard in the shins, propelling him over the tower. As he flew over the edge, Elric grabbed his dagger out of the guard's hand, quickly sheathed it, and grabbed a hold of the rope with both hands. The guards neck snapped audibly, and Elric let out a small chuckle, making a quick flick motion to undo his knot. He pulled his rope back up and began descending the stairs of the tower, making sure not to make a sound as the rest of the guards began shouting in panic.