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Post by thehunter123 on Mar 20, 2007 15:13:17 GMT -5
A couple arrows narrowly miss his face by inches.
"Damnit .. damnit .. damnit !!" he thinks .. how was I to know she was his daughter ??
The figure scrambles up the wall using nitches and wooded pegs as his make shift ladder. Easily climbing to the top he hops over and begins to run across the roof tops of the buildings. From down below he can hear their shouts and order : " He's on the rooftop boys! He has to come down sometime!"
He jumps from building to building arrows whizzing past his slender frame. He runs across a laundry line connecting two buildings as guards and onlookers from below watch in awe.
"I'll be damned thats a fast one!" Someone says from below.
The figure stops at the edge of a rooftop looking down below he sees a wagon holding several bails of hay. Perfect he thinks. He looks around and sees no one. Easily dropping himself he lands in the wagon.
Covering himself up with hay he overhears the driver mention something about a town called Isinhold.
Isinhold? Where the hells is that? Oh well .. anythings better than here ...
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