Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20131104175500/@comment-10197675-20131105221624

Cleingle: Farewell, maybe i will see you again one day.

Cleingle then started to run of into the market square were he was chased by many town guards, Cleingle quickly leaped through a market store picking up a Orcish sword on his way through it.

Grelka: You need to pay for that!!

Cleingle:Not anymore i don't!

He then quickly lunged over the fence and down into the Riften Canel, swimming under the catwalks near the Ratway's entrance, he then came up to the Canel Lock, which he started to slowly climb, on the other side was the lake, Cleingle's escape.

Arrows fired from the guards were hitting the lock gate, just missing Cleingle he then scrambeld over the top, one of the arrows grazed his neck on the way over. He then plunged into the lake water still not clear from the danger of the guards who were still firing arrows at Cleingle from the fishing docks, he then quickly started to swim to shore where he was greeted by a guards iron warhammer to the face which knocked him down onto the shoreline.

Guard: YOU PICKED THE WRONG DAY TO ENCOUNTER ME CRIMINAL!!

He then swung his warhammer down at Cleingle, Cleingle quickly rolled out the way and felt the thud from the warhammer smashing into the ground, the guard had used so much force he could not get it back out of the ground, so Cleingle then quickly stuck his sword into the guards chest.

Cleingle: Yes, and i think you picked the wrong day to patrol the borders of Riften.

Cleingle then withdrew his sword from the guard and ran of into the woods heading South.