Chapter III
Hiding from Knives
Urist wandered to a nearby armor store. As he walked in, one of the shopkeepers on the floor snored loudly. Urist flinched, scared that he may wake up and spot him. Never the less, as light toed as he could muster, he snuck into the store. Looking at the goods, he gleefully took a set of leather armor and leggings, a bracer, and a pair of iron boots. With a smile on his face he put a helmet on his head like a drunk with a lampshade and turned to the door.
It was getting light out, a beam of light cut through the crack under the door like a blade would to a wounded animal. Urist darted out the door and made his way towards the outskirts where he could make a more formal escape. Now, full of a decent set of armor that would offer him some protection from the elemants, he headed north to a small fort near the river.
As he walked in though, fate caught up to him. The axeman took one look at his copper crossbow still hanging out of his backpack and charged.
Urist stumbled backwards and managed to dodge the precise blow. Pulling out his only melee weapon, a bronze knife, he delivered a crippling blow to the axeman's shoulder. Writhing in pain, the axeman's bracer slipped off his hand and hit the ground. But he tried to attack again, Urist managed to dodge the uncoordinated assault.
Perhaps out of anger, perhaps out of confusion, Urist did not retreat, instead he charged forward, dagger ready, stabbing the man twice in the chest before delivering a killer punch to the head.
He was attacked, he was wronged. Anger flustered inside him like an ocean against a salt cliff. Slowly eroding away his sanity. He glared at the tall tower to the west, and marched straight for it. The Lord of this castle will surely pay.
Urist slammed open the door. The lord stood there, calmly delivering the threat, then drew his short machete. Without even hesitating, Urist delivered a firm stab to the mans lower body. The man dodged his next attack, clenching his leaking stomach. Urist stabbed again, and again. Every other shot missing the nimble target as he yelled out taunts.
Finally, Urist struck him in the arm, and twisted the blade. The lord turned to run, but Urist only held. Silently the lord collapsed into pain.
Urist heard a patter of footsteps, he turned around, another axeman had appeared. Axe held high, she charged.
Urist took a step back, readying his dagger. Dodging two swings from the slow, but strong axe. Finally, he had his shot.
A shot right in the lower body. The axeman keeled over. Limp on the ground with pain. With two quick slashed, Urist ended the two animals.
The Fort was surprisingly small, Urist ran around for an hour looking for more souls. Why were they attacking him? He never wronged them, he wronged the shop keepers, he wronged the elder at his home. But he never wronged this lord, or his pitiful subjects. Finally, he left staggering out of the fort gates. A strange cloud covered him, he held his head as a dizziness replaced his vision.
There was nothing for him here now...
The people in the fort wouldn't talk to me. Whenever I would try they would just say "Don't talk to me" in red text. War is so much Funner then being angry.
:::QUESTIONS:::
A. Become a bandit, operate out of the circled cave in the east. (if you see a better cave feel free to say it) Raiding the surrounding lands.
B. The western cities to the west are occupied by Desert Devils. They will surely welcome a new thief. At least, until we run into another one.
C. Flee underground, it will be a treacherous venture, Treeless and featureless, and full of fearsome creatures.
D. Other?
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