Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140218020301/@comment-10906938-20140227031949

Sal'ir eagerly watched the edge of the cliff, ready to spring out and kill some fools. A silhouette appeared on top of the precipice. Suddenly, a caped figure was thrown down. Sal'ir needed one look at the regal attire and knew the gig was up. He stepped on the brim of the cart and jumped off, his push happening simultaneously with the cutting of the pulley rope at the top. He didn't quite make it into the river, but half on the wet sandand half in the shallow water. He tried to stand up, but fell back down.

(Gotta go)