Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20140928191343/@comment-5583506-20141003121148

There was a loud banging on the door, the sound of someone who urgently sought her help.

She slowly started to walk towards the doors, but didn't get much further before they ultimately broke down and revealed a whole bunch of armed people behind it, bandits and criminals by the looks of their choice of clothing.

"And what may I help you with?" she asked them calmly. "By the looks of your engraved buttons my first guess would be that you are paid to the Cogwheel Syndicate and judging from how violently you broke down the doors of my family home, I take it that you aren't here for my help, but to kill me, right?"

"Heh! Ya weren't kiddin', lads!" laughed the apparent leader. "She really is perceptive, ain't she?"

She scratched her hair. "As to how you found out my identity and where I lived is another mystery however..."

"A mystery you will never solve, lass. Sorry about that!" The leader pulled up a gun and so did the rest of his crew.

"Ah", she simply said. "Now this would indeed be threatingly had it not been for your choice of clothing..."

"Shaddap!" said the leader and fired his gun.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion when he realised his gun wasn't fired. Instead there was simply a clicking noise. The others tried the same, but none of their guns were fired and they all immediately began to look for the faulty mecanism.

"Your clothes", she continued. "They are made out of skeever hide. All of them, amusingly. If the cold air outside didn't react so easily to the bristly hide of a skeever, it wouldn't have created a vague, but effective moist substance, rendering all that gunpowder in your weapons useless by now."

"Ah, fuck", cursed the leader.

"However, your pants... Judging by the bulge by the side at most of your legs, I reckon that you brought yourself an extra set of guns, should something have gone wrong. You are in luck that the material in your pants consists of hardened leather and thereby waterproof. The only question here is if you are lucky enough to pull out your guns in time and kill me before I kill you?"

As soon as the bandits slowly put together piece by piece what she had just said, they immediately began to fumble within their pants to get their functional guns out. One by one they dropped dead to the ground as the Ghost Wolf had pulled out a multi-barreled flintlock pistol from behind her back and started to line up shots at the bandits.

The leader was the only one left. He trembled as she shot him in the kneecaps. "Aaargh! Fuck!" he cried out as he sank to one of his knees.

She approached him slowly, still expressionless and staring unsettling. "What were the reasons the Cogwheel Syndicate had for wanting me dead? I have had no quarrel with them."

He shrugged and groaned in pain. "I ain't tellin' ya shit, ya freak."

She raised her shoulders in ignorance. "No matter. Makes it more of a game, really." She then put the muzzle to his forehead and blasted the insides of his head all over the floor. "That was for breaking down my doors."

As she rose up she looked around at the dead bandits. "Urgh... Now I have to clean up this mess as well..."