Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140714235527/@comment-25038310-20140717205223

J'Tarz slowly walked along the hard, cobble stone path that led to Redwood. His coat was covered in blood, and his hood and armor were tattered. He wiped off some sweat from his forehead and stopped for a moment, sitting down along the road. He doubt there were bandits following him. He checked how much ammo his rifle and pistol had, and was dissapointed seeing how many bullets he had used. He grabbed for ammo in his coat, only finding a few small pieces of rags and ruined handkerchiefs.

''This one needs to get some ammo. This one won't make it without.''

He glanced back at the road, and noticed dust clouds in the distance.

''That's not the same vehicle from before... no doubt. A ride would help this one out greatly. But what fi they're hostile? Screw it. This one guesses he needs to rely on the kindness of strangers.''

He stood up, and held his hand up and waved abit, with a warm but fake smile on his face.