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ID: PDUag2kr/qst/6256761#6261668
6/20/2025, 3:26:46 AM
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You decided to flee through the left door, the one slightly open, because being killed while trying to reach it was less humiliating than dying before a closed door. So you ran, you ran with a great deal of fanaticism, and hit with a great slashing movement to make the man before you recoil, but he was quicker, with the remarkable agility of a guelph, as you saw your brave guardsman Gardasil do before his tragic demise, and the ability in the blade of a professional sellsword, the man pivoted and was out of your reach. You had no time to lose you rushed at the door and tried to open it with your shoulder but before you could do this you felt pain in your left shoulder, the bastard hit you with his weapon from the back, a slashing blow. Not very useful on your chainmail but his weapon slided through the length of your arm and cut a part of the flesh on the top of your hand. You were bleeding. Damn it, you thought about your death, Italian murderers always had poison on their blade, it was an effeminate weapon for cowardly people but it could kill you anyway. Still, no time to think, you pushed the door open and almost stumbled inside, and turned back just in time to parry a thrust that would have opened your exposed head.
You were in a kind of peasant's dwelling and when a first not armoured man tried to follow you, encouraged by Itsatrap who was screaming to kill you you almost killed him, without his agility in a narrow corridor, and without the help in numbers you thought that you could hold them back there. It was at this moment that Itsatrap cried.
-The windows ! The windows on the first floor ! Get him through it.
You heard one of them jump and you cursed the agility of the pointy eared bastards and the far too big windows in Bifurian architecture that were helping murderers. One new crime of allowing the commoners to have enough money to live in houses with large windows. You decided to do a fighting retreat and when you saw the inhabitant of this house, a small cagot who was asking "What is it" you caught him by the hair and even with your wounded arm, managed to throw him, protesting, on your pursuer. You then ran, breaking the large window that led to a small courtyard. You probably had a light cut on your cheek from broken glass but you had no time to think, you began to run towards another open door, pushing aside a fat woman rather unchivalrically. You managed to mutter a "sorry" in time still, French gallantry was not completely forgotten. You had time to see another man jumping through the window of the first floor and shrugging the fall. You ran through another house, putting a table down, just in case and making some children scream when they saw you enter, sword in hand, while you ran through their home.
You decided to flee through the left door, the one slightly open, because being killed while trying to reach it was less humiliating than dying before a closed door. So you ran, you ran with a great deal of fanaticism, and hit with a great slashing movement to make the man before you recoil, but he was quicker, with the remarkable agility of a guelph, as you saw your brave guardsman Gardasil do before his tragic demise, and the ability in the blade of a professional sellsword, the man pivoted and was out of your reach. You had no time to lose you rushed at the door and tried to open it with your shoulder but before you could do this you felt pain in your left shoulder, the bastard hit you with his weapon from the back, a slashing blow. Not very useful on your chainmail but his weapon slided through the length of your arm and cut a part of the flesh on the top of your hand. You were bleeding. Damn it, you thought about your death, Italian murderers always had poison on their blade, it was an effeminate weapon for cowardly people but it could kill you anyway. Still, no time to think, you pushed the door open and almost stumbled inside, and turned back just in time to parry a thrust that would have opened your exposed head.
You were in a kind of peasant's dwelling and when a first not armoured man tried to follow you, encouraged by Itsatrap who was screaming to kill you you almost killed him, without his agility in a narrow corridor, and without the help in numbers you thought that you could hold them back there. It was at this moment that Itsatrap cried.
-The windows ! The windows on the first floor ! Get him through it.
You heard one of them jump and you cursed the agility of the pointy eared bastards and the far too big windows in Bifurian architecture that were helping murderers. One new crime of allowing the commoners to have enough money to live in houses with large windows. You decided to do a fighting retreat and when you saw the inhabitant of this house, a small cagot who was asking "What is it" you caught him by the hair and even with your wounded arm, managed to throw him, protesting, on your pursuer. You then ran, breaking the large window that led to a small courtyard. You probably had a light cut on your cheek from broken glass but you had no time to think, you began to run towards another open door, pushing aside a fat woman rather unchivalrically. You managed to mutter a "sorry" in time still, French gallantry was not completely forgotten. You had time to see another man jumping through the window of the first floor and shrugging the fall. You ran through another house, putting a table down, just in case and making some children scream when they saw you enter, sword in hand, while you ran through their home.
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