Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7347061-20140218220248/@comment-7347061-20140218223248

Ariab ran to his house and grabbed his bow off the table. This was the first time he had been stationed to hold off agains Bandits since moving to the Isle Rangers hideout. The tips of his fingers turned as white as snow as he ran to the front guard tower to take position. There was a lot of yelling coming from around him, lots of families- mostly consisting of women and children, while the men ran to hold off the Bandits- were running into their homes. ''What if I don't make it back? He thought to himself What if I don't ever see my mother again? ''Ariab shook his head at the though. No. He was convinced he was going to hold off the Bandits and return safely home. The squad leader, a bulky Redguard with jet black hair and an extremely oversized beard ran to him, screaming out orders and pointing towards a tower. All the words were a blur but he was able to pick out bits and pieces of the order to get the the second-highest guard tower and being firing. He nodded, and ran, then a thought hit him. One that he never thought he would think. ''I'm about to kill a man. ''That thought stopped him dead in his tracks  He would never kill anyone for any reason ever. He'd never think he'd be doing this right now. He'd never- his train of thought stopped. A blood splatter came right across his face as a man right next to him got pierced right in the heart with a steel arrow. He began to bend down to hopefully check for vital signs, but he remembered what he had to do. He wiped the blood off his face with his glove that was on his right hand and continued running. He made it to the top of the guard tower finally. And began to remember what his squad leader had told him. ''Okay, pick a target, measure the wind, fire. ''He remebered him saying. "Pick a target..." Ariab began to say to himself, he found a man hiding behind a rock, shooting multiple arrows at the Rangers.. "Measure the wind..." He could feel the wind blowing across the right side of his face. The air was giving him a slight kiss, then leaving. He looked around to find a clear indication, just incase he had got it wrong. He looked around, and finally found the flag showing the wind direction. He was correct. This was good. He turned his head back to the enemy, and aimed slightly to the right,. "Fire." He took a deep breath, pulled back the quiver, then let go of it. Success. He nailed the Bandit right in his head. At the same time, he was hit with the feeling of happiness and sadness. After all, he had just ended a man's life.