Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-37315504-20190714190018/@comment-37629772-20190826214415

As the Order scout came back to consciousless after being ambush and thunked on the head by a band of bandits holding other worlding weapons called 'guns', he found himself in a metal cage, atop of a caravan.

"100 gold for the boy, how does that sound?"

He turned his head and saw a man in a strange blue suit, wearing a back pack with a twin pair of electric tesla coils on the top, discussing business with a Dark elf. His gang was just doing their own thing, while her group of Dark Elves were chatting and gossiping, probably discussing which one of the bandits would moan the loudest.

"You've got a deal, sweetpea~"

The mistress gave the nomad a bag of precious coins before the carvan started making it's way down the path. As the caravan started moving, the prisoner would notice one of the bandits would smack one of the elves on the rump and walk away like nothing happened, he was more than likely dared to do it by his friends. Just as a bandit forked over some cash to the ass-smacker, a whip lashed at his behind, making him yelp and recoil. He looked over and saw it was the same Dark elf he left a hand mark on.

"Now~ We're even~"