by Hopeflower » Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:11 pm
Arrows shot by the archers struck the backs of the performers just as they reached the treeline. Barbed and narrow at the tip, they were designed to sink deep into flesh - and be difficult to pull out again. Arsenic felt a grim smile curve his lips. Those arrows, he knew, were also coated in a slow-acting, little-known, undetectable poison. A favored weapon among his guild. By the time they feel the effects, he thought, it'll be too late.
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Hopeflower on Fri Feb 04, 2011 10:13 pm, edited 1 time in total.
"Gotta have a little sadness once in a while so you know when the good times come."
"Talent is a pursued interest. In other words, anything that you're willing to practice, you can do." ~ Bob Ross
"The future is always uncertain and painful but it must be lived." ~ Unknown