Post by Morgoth Animus on Oct 1, 2009 20:34:00 GMT -6
It had been a week sense Morgoth had fought the bandits, or mercenaries as he found out they were. He had tried to escape several times, the first plan was to run and then come back for his tome but he was caught coming back. He tried grabbing his tome and then running, only to trip and get hit over the head again.He tried the later again only putting his tome in a hidden pocket before he was caught.This resulted in them assuming he lost it.(The mercs were not as smart in some areas of prohibiting escape.) Morgoth gave up on escaping when he found out they were headed to Delfia.
So here he was sitting with only one guard while the others slept. Morgoth held some charged rocks in his hand and waited for the right moment to use them. He threw two at the guard killing him when they impacted his face. He got up and crept quietly out of the campsite hoping the others wouldn't wake.I wish I didn't have to creep like a weakling, put I'm not strong enough for mercs yet. He walked until he found the road and decided to eat some lunch he had taken from the mercs. He finished and started to walk again to get some distance between him and the mercs.
It was almost sundown when he got to Delfia and with what little money he had he went to a cheap inn and got some dinner.
OoC:To be continued...(Why must I have a need for sleep?)
Post by Morgoth Animus on Oct 2, 2009 11:47:19 GMT -6
OoC:The fallowing may have incorect info.Please tell if there is. IC:Morgoth decided to leave his hood on for now, afraid to draw attenion. He had only been to a big city once and it hadn't even been close to this city. So much magic and religion.He like the idea of magic but was skeptical about religion.He had been listening to the people around the pub and kept hearing about a "Prophet" and war.
OoC: I'll wait to add my long borring story incase someone wants to join. If not I'll finish it later.