I was on a mission, to take out a Nerogueian watchtower.
No pillaging, they said.
We need that tower, they said.
I had to be stealthy about this. I bobbed and weaved between the bushes and trees.
I saw something that I could hook my grapple on to.
Damn it! The darned horse alerted the guard!
I need a place to hide!
I hid beneath the tower as the guard looked around.
My luck held, and I saw another hook.
I hooked my grapple, and made sure it was safe.
I pulled my arm back, because if I missed this throw, the mission would be off.
My throws have always been good, and this was no exception.
I started climbing the rope.
I grimaced as the rope fell a little bit.
I made it to the top, hoping the guard wouldn't see the hook.
I fought the guard, my golden rapier glinting in the torchlight.
The guard fell back, and nearly lost his footing.
I threw him off the tower, hoping he hadn't managed to alert the other towers.
He landed on his horse, a sickening crunch filling the air.
I caught hold of the Nerogueian flag colour, and started tearing it down.
I ripped it off and replaced it with my raiding flag, in case any of the other Enalicians took it upon themselves to try and take it from me.
I am Eros Carnes. And I will not stop.
The Nerogueian Guard and his horse.
Bottom of the tower.
Bottom left of the tower.
Back of the tower.
Bottom right of the tower.
Top of the tower.