Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151005194811/@comment-24736819-20151009174429

Destro slowly rose from the saddle.

"Ugh...", he let out.

"Welcome back, brother. You've been out long...", Maximus greeted him, cheerfully.

"Yeah, has been some time since I got a good rest...Wait, those bandits!", he jumped out of his horse and realized that they were inside a stable, "What have you done, Maximus? What did I told you that would happen if you interrupted my job again?"

He went for the hilt of Kharma only to find that the sword was not there.

"Relax, brother...They won't be harming anyone again and is not like I wanted to knock you out, I tried to make the arrow disappear.", the older imperial explained.

Destro simply stretched out his hand.

...

Meanwhile, on the road...

"Darn it, it is too heavy. It almost feels like it is part of the ground...", the muscular imperial said after trying to lift the dark sword. They had been trying since they found it that afternoon, yet not even one of them managed to make it move.

"Perhaps we should dig around it, try to take the ground where it stands with it?", the smartest of the gang suggested.

"That’s actually a good idea... Finally you made yourself useful, Cori.", the leader, a large, long bearded nord said, walking around his men.

"Let me try, I haven't!", Ludo complained. He was a small, slender breton, the thief of the group...so naturally, they all laughed at his remark. Ignoring his companions he went and leaned over the sword, grabbing its hilt and pulling up.

"Give up, kid...", Cori commented.

Ludo pulled it again and this time it moved! They all widened their eyes in surprise, but that was only until the blade started to rise above Ludo's head and pulled the breton up as it flew away.