Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170313020704/@comment-31336039-20170318183209

A suspicious individual hiding under some hood like rags appear in town today. Wandering from street to street on an uncertain step. Crumbling under the weight of his worn out bag and a thick "stick" packed in various rags. Many citizens moved away from him at his approach.

He stop occasionally near the weapons stalls, before approaching the merchant and presenting to him the content of his bag. But each of them prompted him to leave quickly with large movements. Some even hastened to inform the guard after his departure. Triggering the rumor that a smuggler would be trying to sell his merchandise in broad day light.



But at nightfall, no patrol was able to apprehend him, despite numerous reports. The last one, reporting a brawl in the slums where the suspect was seen pursued by a local rogue band. The guard succeed to caught a dozen of well-known regulars, half of whom had been found unconscious and / or with broken bones. But no trace of their target. A call to vigilance accompanied by a description was issued by the guard: (A tall foreigner hidden under a shabby hood, carrying a large bag and trying to sell second-hand weapons without a license.)



In a dark alley of the lower quarters, the hooded man out of breath, manages to escape his pursuers with his goods on his back. Checking one last time for any danger tailing him, he let his load fall quietly on the ground and sat down under the porch of a dilapidated dwelling.

After several minutes of rest, his stomach remind him that he had not eaten for three days. As if the constant nausea and chills he was fighting, was not enough to remind him of his growing weakness.



Cleaning a small space to lay down in the cover of the structure, he conceal his depressing hideout from the street, with the few things usable he found. Finally satisfied, he let himself loose, his bag as a pillow, the "stick" between his leg. Raising his head towards the night sky, he began to hum a lament, before bursting into sobs and sinking into the arms of the goddess Morpheus.