Screech
The Cool Cat
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Hrothgar darted down a darkened alley, his latest prize clutched tightly in his hand, a grin plastered on his face. Those silly fat merchants wouldn't miss just one sack of gold. They had so many after all. Of course, they'd no doubt have noticed by now and raised the alarm.
He ran a hand through his shoulder length dark brown hair and chuckled. He could hear shouts off in the distance already, and they were getting closer. His trail led plainly to this alley, and Hrothgar moved to the other end. A sealed dead end. Taking his grapling hook out of his pack, he prepared an escape
Sure enough, the guards made their way into the alley. "Halt theif! You are under arrest!"
Hrothgar laughed. "Why sir! I am no common theif! You're accusation wounds me worse than a barbed arrow!"
The guards advanced on Hrothgar, blades drawn. Hrothgar laughed again and, rather athletically, lept at one wall, planting his foot against it and springboarding off to grab his prepared rope escape. Scaling with ease, he flipped up onto the top of the wall and squatted down, smiling at the guards below. "You see good sirs, you have just matched wits with the greath Hrothgar! Matched wits and lost. Ta-ta for now!"
Laughing, he grabbed his grapling hook and lept onto a nearby roof, sprinting away.
Alarms went off elsewhere in the small city of Bloodpool, causing the guards to run off towards them. Hrothgard had escaped from them once more, but something had happened now that had not happened cince the city's founding - it was under attack!
He ran a hand through his shoulder length dark brown hair and chuckled. He could hear shouts off in the distance already, and they were getting closer. His trail led plainly to this alley, and Hrothgar moved to the other end. A sealed dead end. Taking his grapling hook out of his pack, he prepared an escape
Sure enough, the guards made their way into the alley. "Halt theif! You are under arrest!"
Hrothgar laughed. "Why sir! I am no common theif! You're accusation wounds me worse than a barbed arrow!"
The guards advanced on Hrothgar, blades drawn. Hrothgar laughed again and, rather athletically, lept at one wall, planting his foot against it and springboarding off to grab his prepared rope escape. Scaling with ease, he flipped up onto the top of the wall and squatted down, smiling at the guards below. "You see good sirs, you have just matched wits with the greath Hrothgar! Matched wits and lost. Ta-ta for now!"
Laughing, he grabbed his grapling hook and lept onto a nearby roof, sprinting away.
Alarms went off elsewhere in the small city of Bloodpool, causing the guards to run off towards them. Hrothgard had escaped from them once more, but something had happened now that had not happened cince the city's founding - it was under attack!