Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-39357410-20191223184432/@comment-44390494-20191224011313

2600:8807:1C01:A199:D0ED:7114:669C:112F wrote: The group goes downstairs, well, the ones who aren’t busy do, to investigate the chaotic sounding noises.

It turns out an ex-knight has been challenging others to arm-wrestles, and if they lose or decline, they’re immediately killed. The ex-knight challenges [redacted] from your group. If you win, the ex-knight will leave in peace and give you a sack of silver.

Accept challenge?

>Yes

>No

-Loki (I spent ten minutes writing this. It happened before, okay?)

Leah lay on the bed in her small bedroom, staring up at teh ceiling. She had hidden an injury of hers from Octavian. Why? She had no idea. She had mostly just wanted to get out of the bloody field at that point. She hated battles. The blood, man against their own kind, and the yowls and moans of the woods as their natural peacefulness was disrupted with screams of agony. She was probably exagerating, since it hadn't been that much, but she still remembered. Still remembered what had happened the last time she'd taken it for a victory. And she did not wan't to relive that moment.

She sat up with a sigh, causing the bed to let out a loud Creeck. Leah pulled her stormy black legging's right sleeve up to get a better look at the wound. A deep scratch ran up from her ankle joint towards her knee, tinted red with dried blood from the cut the blade had made. She shook her head, pulling it back up. She was actually surprised she'd managed it all the way up the hotel without limping. Maybe Octavian's healing skills wen't more far than she'd expected.

Moon padded over to her, pressing her silky snow-white snout against her owner's hand. Leah smiled, stroking the shimmering wolf's fur. But then she heard an abrupt scream from out the hallway. Leah's heart jumped out of her throat, and she was immediately on her feet, eyes wild, arrow ready.