Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25101508-20140726035851/@comment-24530992-20140726150433

Jakarn pulled his mask up. He ended up in another alleyway.

He planted his right foot on a thin stone ledge, peeking out from the walls of a house. He then jammed his fingers in a crack, pulling himself upward, and then setting his left foot on another ledge. He repeated the process until he was ontop of the brass roof of a small Dwarven-styled home. After carefully making his way to the opposite side of the roof, he took a step back, tensing his legs as he prepared to jump. Jakarn pushed himself off of the rooftop, his fingers finding the ledge of the other one, which was a taller, more stable, building. He hauled himself up, and took his seat on the second brass roof, overlooking the city.