Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150918203802/@comment-24141785-20150920055221

What do we have here...?

Gabriel snuck closer towards the bandit camp, their drunken yells echoing throughout the night. Three guarded the door to the tower, while the rest were spread out thinly.

This will do...

The Breton crawled down to the camp, quickly taking cover behind one of the excessively large stones. He readied his dagger, disappearing into the darkness.

"Pay the toll, I said. Everything will be fine, I said." The Orc murmured to himself, pacing around. He was guarding the ragged rocks, in which he swore he saw movement. The snapping of a twig made him turn around, before the dagger carved into his face.

Gabriel replaced his dagger with his sword, preparing as the others soon realised they had been infiltrated. He charged at them, his blade pointing at them.

The Breton cleaved through the first one, his jaw ripping off. As his attention moved to the second he threw his dagger, just about stabbing her in the heart. He soon realised he was outnumbered, and that he could take them down if they were in front of him.

As he sliced them down his energy soon drained, just about defeating most of them. As he spun around the last thing he saw was the hilt of a waraxe bashing into his face, and he fell into unconsciousness.