Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190219030909/@comment-25828117-20190219221858

Graicus started to realise that perhaps hunting in a storm during the middle of the night might not have been all that wise but he couldn't return now. Not empty handed... What would they think?

The gladiator's doubt took him down, his steady pace halted for a second caused the loose stone underneath him to move for him and caused him to falter and fall.

On his back he felt the stones and gravel travel down with him with nothing to stop them he crashed into the basin until the ground evened out.

Now he lay there. Hurting. In the rain. At the bottom of a steep drop with the glow of their camp barely visible.

The thunder rumbled once more and a lighting flash lit up the sky soon after.

"I don't want to die here!" He yelled, at the top of his lungs knowing that nobody could hear him.