Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3507184-20140617035032/@comment-4964060-20140620234259

(Sol) I draw my crossbow and sigh. I knew this would happen, and I should have warned my companions. The Shadowfall Mountains were home to the Flint Wyverns, a band of barbarians that had broken off from the Black Jackals roughly one year ago. I threw my cloak and cowl over my frame, instantaneously disappearing. I turned to my companions - who had just witnessed my fading - and whispered.

"Draw their attention as I flank them. Four in the hills directly above us, and two others focusing on this position from the north-west, so keep your heads down."

With that, I was off, ready to strike at those who had betrayed my brothers and sisters all too long ago.