[font=Arial, serif]He’d been scouting the area for days looking for the blasted ruin yet it continued to elude him. Ruth was pissed, tired and irritated that he hadn’t been able to locate the cavern on his latest hunt. He should have taken Megara’s advice, but that would mean admitting defeat and hiring a potential mook who’d sooner bash his head in and loot his corpse. A gander in the brush was the perfect place for murder. [/font]
[font=Arial, serif]Slipping around the countryside alone was preferable. Though if collared by either side they’d likely not believe he wasn’t a spy of the other. He was taking a chance either way, the only identifying thing he had was an old Inquisition pin, but it had been a few years since he’d ventured to the fortress in the mountains. All of that was moot though if he didn’t find a viable place to set up camp and catch some sleep before beginning his search anew in the morning. [/font]
[font=Arial, serif]He drew out from the trail, but before his nose could register the hints of a dying campfire the noose tightened around his foot. Blue eyes blinked downwards, “Ah fuuu-” gravity shifted violently, the elf’s body swinging into the air, “ck!” His pack slipped from around his arms, crashing to the ground beneath as he, himself hung upside down. Layer of clothing fell over his face, muffling a groan, “oh this is just perfect.” Bare chested, the dalish swung aimlessly arms floundering for a moment before giving way to a resound sigh. [/font]
[font=Arial, serif]“I could use a little help… if it’s not too. Much. Trouble!”[/font]
[font=Arial, serif]Slipping around the countryside alone was preferable. Though if collared by either side they’d likely not believe he wasn’t a spy of the other. He was taking a chance either way, the only identifying thing he had was an old Inquisition pin, but it had been a few years since he’d ventured to the fortress in the mountains. All of that was moot though if he didn’t find a viable place to set up camp and catch some sleep before beginning his search anew in the morning. [/font]
[font=Arial, serif]He drew out from the trail, but before his nose could register the hints of a dying campfire the noose tightened around his foot. Blue eyes blinked downwards, “Ah fuuu-” gravity shifted violently, the elf’s body swinging into the air, “ck!” His pack slipped from around his arms, crashing to the ground beneath as he, himself hung upside down. Layer of clothing fell over his face, muffling a groan, “oh this is just perfect.” Bare chested, the dalish swung aimlessly arms floundering for a moment before giving way to a resound sigh. [/font]
[font=Arial, serif]“I could use a little help… if it’s not too. Much. Trouble!”[/font]
04-21-2023, 07:28 PM
