Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25597877-20160903225002/@comment-26210095-20160907233500

He was on his way to visit an absinthe bar, which he frequented often. Perhaps he would stop by at a notable courtesan's house today, who knew? He was the king and the streets of Umbar were his castle.

He was walking through a market town, with the bar in sight. He made quite the figure, dressed in sea-weathered clothes, a blade at his hip, handsome as usual.

A filthy man dressed in black shoved into him. Azruben turned, but the man was far gone. Then he checked his money-pouch. It was not there!

He looked behind him, and drew his razor-sharp sword. Nobody robbed Azruben Elerion, terror of the seas. Nobody.