Culmith sat bored in the wagon as Gregorii entered the building, but soon grew restless and left the wagon. It’s only for a little bit. He walked around for a bit, but when he got back, the wagon was gone. “Son of a bitch!” He exclaimed. Culmith stood dismayed for a while in the streets, but eventually realized he needed somewhere to sleep. He began to wander looking for an abandoned building or two. He ultimately decided on an abandoned house. It's the best I can do. Inside he found a parlor, with a hallway that lead to what was once a kitchen, a bedroom, and a staircase where the roof collapsed upon, barring him from venturing further up the house. Culmith carefully walked into the kitchen, searching through the cupboards for something of value or even some moldy bread.
Culmith searches the cupboards. Hungry and rushed, he found nothing that hasn't been long since picked over by rats. Though frustrated, Culmith heard faint footfalls behind him. Culmith turned around quickly, drawing his blade. Guards? Or perhaps a robber? Even a monster? Culmith turned around just in time to see a figure emerge from the shadows. A tall lanky man brandished a dagger from his belt, wearing a leather jerkin and a toothless sneer. "You cannot have it! It's mine!" Culmith slashed at the man, not even bothering to ask what he wants. “Back!” Culmith drew his blade, slashing at the man. Though quick, the thug proved quicker, slashing at Culmith's hand causing him to drop his blade. The thug sneered, "I'll gut you quick!" He stabbed at Culmith with a flash, but got turned by Culmiths scale armor. Culmith took the thug’s failed attack as an opportunity to try and pick up his short sword. Upon picking it up, the thug struck again. "It's mine!"
The dagger scraped against the plate armor, sparks flying, but it failed to pierce flesh. Culmith attacked again. “Whatever you’re after, I️ simply want a place to sleep!” The thug growled as the blade cut into his arm, his parry useless against the longer blade. With a defiant howl, he struck yet again...Going for Culmith's throat, he failed to get past his guard. Culmith attacked back. "I repeat, I merely wish for lodging. If there is treasure in this house, it will be all yours!" The blade went wide as the thug nimbly sidestepped the strikes. "Bullshit!" He raised his knife to strike again...This time the blade pierced flesh, finding a weakness in the plate and striking Culmith's abdomen.
Now Culmith grew angry. "You want a fight, you bastard. You'll get it. I'll kill you, and take whatever you're after." He slashed at the man with more vigor than before. Culmith cut through the man's torso, blood spilling onto the dirty floor of the house. Culmith stepped to the dying man. "I gave you a goddamn chance. You blew it." And with those final words, Culmith began hacking at the man. Again and again, as his face grew furious. Finally, after what felt like hours, he got up, shook the blood off of his blade, and entered the bedroom. It was quite bare, so he merely opened his bedroll and slept.
Culmith searches the cupboards. Hungry and rushed, he found nothing that hasn't been long since picked over by rats. Though frustrated, Culmith heard faint footfalls behind him. Culmith turned around quickly, drawing his blade. Guards? Or perhaps a robber? Even a monster? Culmith turned around just in time to see a figure emerge from the shadows. A tall lanky man brandished a dagger from his belt, wearing a leather jerkin and a toothless sneer. "You cannot have it! It's mine!" Culmith slashed at the man, not even bothering to ask what he wants. “Back!” Culmith drew his blade, slashing at the man. Though quick, the thug proved quicker, slashing at Culmith's hand causing him to drop his blade. The thug sneered, "I'll gut you quick!" He stabbed at Culmith with a flash, but got turned by Culmiths scale armor. Culmith took the thug’s failed attack as an opportunity to try and pick up his short sword. Upon picking it up, the thug struck again. "It's mine!"
The dagger scraped against the plate armor, sparks flying, but it failed to pierce flesh. Culmith attacked again. “Whatever you’re after, I️ simply want a place to sleep!” The thug growled as the blade cut into his arm, his parry useless against the longer blade. With a defiant howl, he struck yet again...Going for Culmith's throat, he failed to get past his guard. Culmith attacked back. "I repeat, I merely wish for lodging. If there is treasure in this house, it will be all yours!" The blade went wide as the thug nimbly sidestepped the strikes. "Bullshit!" He raised his knife to strike again...This time the blade pierced flesh, finding a weakness in the plate and striking Culmith's abdomen.
Now Culmith grew angry. "You want a fight, you bastard. You'll get it. I'll kill you, and take whatever you're after." He slashed at the man with more vigor than before. Culmith cut through the man's torso, blood spilling onto the dirty floor of the house. Culmith stepped to the dying man. "I gave you a goddamn chance. You blew it." And with those final words, Culmith began hacking at the man. Again and again, as his face grew furious. Finally, after what felt like hours, he got up, shook the blood off of his blade, and entered the bedroom. It was quite bare, so he merely opened his bedroll and slept.
