Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24487330-20140423014036

Camo followed shortly behind his teammates as they set off in the direction indicated by Tanner, maintaining line-of-sight while trailing a few feet in the treetops. It didn't take long for him to realize that there were only two human bodies up front, and he called for the party to stop before asking, "What the heck happened to Al?"

It was, of course, only after he posed the question that he bothered to look around and spotted his comrade less than five feet away from him. The shock of his sneak-attack triggered an instinctive reaction, and he drew his hunting knife as he leaped backward...onto a flimsy twig. The frail branch immediately snapped under the archer's boot, and he dropped like a stone to the forest floor below. It took him a minute to sit up and recover from the humiliating fall, but as he sat up, he took a venomous tone as he enunciated, "I'm going to kill him."