Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140713184011/@comment-24736819-20140820030300

It was night when Loktar arrived at the Half-Moon Mill. He tied his horse in a tree distant to the Mill and sneak his way there. He saw the two vampires discussing something and decided to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. He drawed his Ancient Bow, nocked an arrow and waited.

After a few hours waiting patiently, the opportunity came. The woman decided to go inside their house and Hern went to the small stump where they cutted the firewood.

The orc aimed and fired rapidly, the arrow flew through the woods and hit its target. For a moment it didn't seemed that it would kill Hern as he started to walk towards the house, but them he fell to the ground. Dead.

Loktar didn't even had to check if he was breathing, because a terrified and angry Hert did it for him once she came out of their house. The orc sneaked away and went to retrieve his horse, mounting it.

"Next stop, Morthal.", he whispered to himself.

(Archery +1)