User blog comment:The Reptile King/Reptile Kingdom What Do's/@comment-27950421-20161215180757/@comment-30014014-20161215182956

[hmm...]

As the regime's Stalker, I've warned the fool leading the charge that a frontal assault would result in nothing but failure. Now, he is being dragged away for a fate worse than death. I cannot help him, seeing as I'm outnumbered and outarmed. I'm not staying here...

I unpack my bag and display a scroll before me. Drawings of a singular blade with a ghastly aura, a black canvas of a mask and a stalking attire are etched on the scroll. I place my fingers upon five small drawing depicting the dna of fingers and with a dim light, I summon my gear on myself.

Now outfitted with the Stalker's coat, I take a gander around, scanning the sorrounding for the safest route to take while noting the screams of the remaining platoon. Unfortunately, these are not screams of anguish.

With a swift movement, I jump onto a tree and behind back tracking, coated in a cloaking aura. Like the darkest of night, I sway unseen, my odor concealed by my cloak. My power, veiled by the shell that cuts me from their world "The high commanders will be dissapointed at this failure".

Days later, I find myself out of the treacharous land full of beasts and harlots, a few feeling as if someone was near. I guess their senses if better than I had anticipated. Regardless, I sprint away, to another untainted Order capital.