Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-26453572-20160714141356/@comment-25606723-20160722174619

Mitch walks down from his relatively elevated slab. He feels a strange sense of sadness at the ruin of this place, and anger. Apparently it was a place he was fond of in his former life. He scavenges for food in the more sheltered parts of the ruins, and in a place that looks a bit like a storehouse. All he finds are a few old pieces of dried meat, frozen solid, and a small bag of mushrooms. He continues his descent. At the bottom, a long stone courtyard stretches before him, some of the stone still showing above the snow. Some of the snow has fresh bloodstains, and the uncovered stone is black with dried blood. The sounds of feral snarls sound through a broken doorway into a dark, roofless stone building, a doorway black with dried blood and red with fresh. Mitch draws his sword and advances towards the building, also picking up a broken piece of wood on the way to use as a cudgel.

Inside the doorway, three wargs stand. All facing the other direction. They have a black cloaked figure cornered. The figure is missing it's left arm, and has a nasty bite wound in one of it's legs, as well as many bruises and a bandaged wound in the right shoulder that looks like it could've been from an arrow. It is crouching against a wall, and looks like it's about to give out to the staring, snarling, wargs

Two of the wargs instantly turn as Mitch steps into the door, snarling with blood-thirst. One pounces at him, and he ducks to the side and slices it across the underside, leaving a gaping hole from which entrails stream. It's ally is more cautious, advancing slowly and attempting to circle. The third warg turns it's attention from the black-cloaked figure for an instant, and is stuck in the neck with a throwing knife. The warg stumbles, and falls, dead. Poison. The last warg, seeing itself outnumbered, but maddened by hunger, suddenly turns and pounces at the black figure, attempting to at least get a meal. The elf, for that's what it was, Mitch realized, was prepared for this move. It jumps to the side, grunting from it's pain, and the warg crashes into a wall. While it's dazed, the figure cuts it's throat with a dagger.

The Elf sinks to the ground, and lays there, gasping. Mitch approaches it. He bends down and pulls the Elf's hood back, to be momentarily startled that the features revealed are female. After bandaging her wounds with some scraps of his winter clothes, he picks her up, and carries her to another stone building nearby that appears to have relative structural soundness. It appears to be a guard house. He gathers some kindling from the surrounding area and attempts to start a fire (There's still a large hole in the roof). He finds that he can dissipate the cold from the logs relatively easily. Strange. After much effort, he manages to get a fire started. He then finds an old iron pot in the wreckage, and fills it with snow. He sets a slab of stone in the fire, and the pot on top of that. He then turns to the elf. She is now groaning in pain, and her bandages are soaked red. He takes the makeshift bandages and sets them aside, and rips some more scraps of cloth from his winter clothes to replace them.

Then he waits.