Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-5583506-20140830230615

(Wow, someone actually gave kudos for that last post. It certainly wasn't my best, but thanks anyway, whoever you are! :D)

The attempt on her very life and soul for the night seemed to have spared her the nightmares.

Spare the rod, spoil the child, she thought and picked some broken twigs and leaves from her back as she rose up.

The bandits at the nearby camp didn't seem to have noticed the commotion last night and maybe that was a good thing. She crouched through the shrubberies of the forest and observed them under silence. She didn't want their lives, she just wanted their gold and she would be off to seek out something better than the Rift. For some inexplicable reason the word Hjaalmarch always kept popping up into her head.

She emerged from the bushes and decided to take on the bandits head-on. She wanted to reach another settlement before nightfall, so she might as well make it quick.

"Well, lookie 'ere, lads!" said the bandit chief at the sight of the slender figure calmly approaching them. "A lil' birdie lookin' for its nest, eh?"

She didn't say a thing as usual. Better to save her words for someone who actually deserved them, rather than this rabble.

"Not much of a talker there, are you? Don't worry though, your can hide that pretty lil' mouth of yours behind that scarf all you want. It won't stop me from puttin' it to better use than speaking, eh?"

He was slow on the draw and didn't at first seem to notice the wooden sword smacking against the side of his cheek. "UMF!" he sang before he lifted from the ground and flew towards a pile of stones.

The rest of the bandits were all the same. Slow to react and blinded by their greed and lust. It made them incapable to see where she landed the blows. Mostly on another sin, for which they all lacked: the pride. When all the bandits were lying face-down, barely conscious, she took herself the liberty to share their burden by taking all of the gold they were carrying. It wasn't much, but it was more than enough to keep her from starving for the nights to come.