Rush in and grab what loot we can from the carriage before we retreat to the rest of the gang.
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1,5,6
You curse as your axe stikes the crage's door lock.
With a third blow you ripp the door open and at the lone guard, shakeing in fear.
A swift back hand withr flat of your axe suns them and you grab the cheast.
A cheast that is chained to the man, a man that is beaten, left with the fairies , so you yank on the cuff and push on his chest to free it from the cuffs.
As you run to the woods a horse hit you in the way that only a train war horse can, all 900 lb at a charge.
You roll with the blow,you have no other choice then to be shoved along the path.
It hurts but you keep your arms up around your head, and by luck or skill avoid any rocks.
As you stagger to you feet the cheast is near, you shake your head and rush forwards to grab the loot.
Unoticed you reach the chest, your sure that the horse men think you dead for the monment, and moment as all you need to grab the cheast and run into the bushes.
You keep running, waveing around trees and up and down heavy branched slopes, until finaly you reach a clearing with otheres of the gang.
You pat the chest ansd smile, today by luck you have the loot safe and sound.
As the night falls the chest is hacked open, inelegantly as axes often stike the iron banding.
But open it does, and out spill a weath of golden coins.
Your quick to take your share, an maybe more, but who cares to argue with you?
As the day dawns you count your pile.
Its a high pile, a tower of gold, enough to make a common man a rich but you are no common man.
Not for you is the dream of a mere farm stead or fishing boat, you dream bigger.
Much bigger, of mightly towers, armies of ten thousand strong at your bec an call , palaces of amber and silver filled with willing lovers in silk an gold.
But as you count the pile of gold coins and
It pays for non of that. But it cound pay for that ship, the ship to tae you inrtio the jungles and that huge city of the dead with it gold capped tower at its center.
As you count your coin you can see that many of the bandits are sneaking off into the woods.
Cleary the wearth is enough to be well of but little more then that.
Now is the moment you sence to promise, the few that remain glory and the gold of kings.
As you stand at the head of the geathered bandits do you offer Yvette a place at your side?
A) Leve Yvette behind?
B) Take Yvette as your secound?
1) A voyage to the silver pyramid in the desert?
2) A voyage to the gold capped tower in the jungles?
3) A voyage to the whale road and easy plunder of tarders?
Name:Yuri the Destoyer
Background: Destoryer
Some men are born for war, you live to be knee deep in the gore of batte.
At home with blade in hand, you reavle in the thrill of mortal combat and cash of sheild an spear.
Weapons: Sword, Bow
Armour: krug cheastplate
Items: Animal traps , Rope, tent, compass, maps.
Wealth: 4
Health: good.