Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5518614-20150701044851/@comment-25038310-20150702153523

Randall looked down on the company of drunks, thieves, and beggars that had assembled in front of the poor and rundown shack. A girl, in her late teenage years, clinged to his arm as an old woman was brought to the chamber under ground the shack. Time seemed to slow down as Randall looked out of the window - how the thieves threw rocks agains the windows, how others started banging on the doors..

The father of the family he had been hired to protect was in the building, and the young adult girl had burst into  tears when she saw her father dead on the shack's doorstep. She was frantically begging Randall to help him, but he already knew it was too late. He had ordered everyone to retreat to the basement of the shack and hide there.

He suddenly grabbed the girl's arm as the knight started dragging her to the basement, pushing her in with her family. The old woman in her late 50's nodded at Randall before he closed the entrance to the basement. He wasn't sure, but perhaps it was something out of gratitude.

He conjured a sword in his right hand, as he pondered over what the man had told him.

It appeared the man had gambling debts, and failed to pay them. Then, some kind of nobleman had hired the town's cutthroats to kill him and his family and burgle their house. They succeeded in killing the father, but as long as Randall still stood noone would enter the house.

He kicked open the door, much to the surprise of the shady types that engaged the house.

"Oy. It seems de family coulda hired a mercnary, yet couldn't pay his debts, could'e?!" One man shouted, intimidating the knight with his dual daggers.

"It seems so! Knew the man was a dirty ol' liar! Step outta the way, knight! Otherwise ya'll meet with the fate we also brought upon your employa' overr dere!" Another warned, with a dry and raspy voice behind him. Randall could almost feel his warm breath in his neck.

"If you tell me who employed you, I might consider letting you live." The knight said, throwing his conjured sword in the air as it stopped - the blade started rotating at one of the men that had surrounded the house.

"Fuck off! I'm getting payed well for dis, ya know! " The one from before shouted. He charged forwards, although when he had announced the commencement of his attack the levitating sword was launched by a telekinetic force, and had pierced the throath of the attacker.

The man died instantly, his body dropping to the ground as nothing was ever heard from him ever again.

The others, holding either daggers, primitive farming weapons or swords suddenly took a few steps back. It could be seen they considered charging all at once.

The Crow Knight crossed his arms, glaring at all of them. Apparently, it did not scare them enough to flee. He sighed, before raising his hands.

A loud noise followed, as multiple swords were cast in the air. The sheer noise and suddenness of the attack was.. shocking. Before the drunks and thieves and beggars could flee, all of the swords shot out at once, as they suffered the same fate as the one who had done so before.

A patch of crows ascended from the outskirts of the forest and flew over the city, startled by something that had happened.