Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3507184-20140617035032/@comment-25076627-20140620233030

 The heroes begin their trek through the Shadowfall Mountains. The temperature quickly drops with the increased altitude. The mountains seem to give off an air of unease. The only noise comes from the wind.... until a scream from Dimaethor Lomon pierces the calm. A large, black arrow sticks from his heart. He dies seconds later.

 I motion for the rest of the group to take cover, and ready my bow. Hiding behind a large boulder, I peer out in the direction the arrow had to have come from.

"This is why you shouldn't distance yourself behind a group," I think to myself. "You become an easy target."

I see a flicker of movement on a cliffside nearly fifty yards ahead. I fire an arrow just before my target goes down for cover.

"Stay down," I tell my companions. "There's no telling how many of them there are."