Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-28470587-20160721204605/@comment-28470587-20160722152302

((I'm going to start the RP now.))

Lucas wandered through the forests of Ru'aun in his armor, staring at his relic as he went. He quickly spun to his right when he heard crying from a clearing. After a quick sprint, he saw a boy protecting his crying sister from three masked thugs. Both kids were in rags, and the girl was carrying a loaf of bread.

The boy threw what seemed to be a rather large stone at one of the robbers, both children still shaking. The robber cried out in pain and fell to the floor, bleeding from his forehead. "Brave kid," Lucas said to himself.

"You're going to pay for that!!" One of the robbers yelled as they drew their swords. The boy pleaded one last time, "Please, leave us alone. Suddenly, as the robbers were about to strike, two arrows could be heard whizzing through the air. The two robbers yelled as the arrows tore into their arms, forcing them to drop their swords.

Lucas slowly walked out into the clearing. The robber who was injured by the stone got up and charged towards Lucas, a battle cry roaring from the thug. Lucas dodged two of the blows the thug attempted to make. He quickly drew out his sword and slashed the thug in his stomach, sending the robber to the floor, screaming. He walked around the fallen criminal and told the other two, quickly yet fiercy: "Scram." The two robbers quickly got up and dragged the other one away, using the hands that hadn't been torn open by the arrows. Lucas chuckled as the robbers dragged their friend as far away as they could and as fast as they could. He turned around and walked up to the children, putting away his sword. The children, still shaking, lightened up a bit, the boy lowering his stance. "Are you alright?" Lucas asked. The boy nodded. So did the girl. "Here, I know it's not much, but it may help." Lucas took out a small canister of water and two apples for each kid. The children smiled. "Hey, what are your names?" Lucas asked. The boy replied: "My name i-is Jacob, my sister is Amelia." "Well then," Lucas said, "what are you two doing out here?"

"W-well," Jacob said, tearing up, "w-we were going to Northmill from O'khasis to bring some bread and water to our family, we decided to t-take a shortcut--"

"Right, I know the story from there, there's no need to cry now. Are either of you hurt?" Lucas asked. Both of them shook their heads. Fortunately. It could have been a lot worse. "Right. Well, no need to stand around here then, is there? Let's get you two back to Northmill." Lucas picked up Amelia and grabbed Jacob's hand and walked back into the forest. "By the way," Jacob asked, "what's your name?" After a few minutes of silence, Lucas responded. "Lucas," he replied. "My name is Lucas."

After a few hours of walking, Lucas arrived in Northmill, both children clinging to his shoulders. The children's mother appeared from her small hut, tearing up at the sight of the kids. "Right Jacob, Amelia, you are free to go." He woke the children up and handed them to their mother. "Thank you, thank you so much. How could I ever repay you?"

"No need, I don't need anything at all." "Thank you... so much.. I cannot express how thankful I am."

"Don't worry about it. It's getting dark, I'd best be going. Have a good night."

"You too."

"Good night, kids."

"Good night, Mister Lucas!"

Lucas then disappeared into the forest.