Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140127133752/@comment-24141785-20140130095439

A fugitive was running throughtout the forest trying to escape his once allies... The sun beating down on his skin.

"I can't die! Not today!" He skidded and jumped down a steep hill landing on his legs.

"Crap!" He seethed to himself. He slowly stood up and tried limping away. He quickly hid behind a tree.

"Where is he!" One-Scar asked looking around rapidly. "We lost him!"

"D'razargo appreciates your help..." D'razargo tried comforting him. "This one will find him one day."

"But he is a potential threat... Our leader wanted him dead." One-Scar sighed. "He was a good guy... Just wished I could have convinced our leader to keep him alive."

"This one knows that by keeping him there he was becoming a slave... D'razargo knows you did the right thing." D'razargo replied. "Now come... This one and his friend should tell the leader he's dead."

"Lie? To the leader?" One-Scar asked, his voice dripped in fear. "Are you crazy?"

"D'razargo isn't crazy... He will tell and he will watch your back... Or maybe not... You shall find out." D'razargo and One-Scar started to walk away.

"Say... Ryanor was a good guy... Maybe some day we can tell the truth to the leader and he can return home." One-Scar commented.

The fugitive, Ryanor, took a deep breath and sighed.

"Why does this happen to me! I was perfectly find being a bandit... Until our loud mouth, asshole, leader decides. 'I'm going to betray you for no reason whatsoever! Ha!' Bloody milkdrinker." Ryanor sighed. He slowly got up... He started walking north... Towards a faint sound of talking.