Obviously, find cover, and pull the arrow out.
You hear footsteps and begin to thrash around- Not from your wounds or your questionable sanity, but because you need cover. You narrowly miss getting a few more arrows in your body by ducking behind a tree, flinching as you hear the steady whoosh whoosh thunk on the tree trunks, of many more arrows hitting the tree. Taking this time to not die, you pull out the iron arrow, miraculously getting both the shaft and arrowhead out. You find another note, now stained with blood.
You get an Iron Arrow!
Maybe if you had been smart and kept it in, you wouldn't be spilling red (BLOOD red) fluids all over the grass right now. Before you die of blood loss, however, a voice sounds out in front of you.
"Shit! Maybe if you hadn't been in front of my advertising arrow service, you wouldn't be hit! Those things cost damn money- Pay up, damn it!"
You look in your inventory- err, pockets, but don't find a single coin. Noticing this, the rouge adve-archer strings an arrow and aims it in your general direction.
"Bah! I'll just kill you and pawn of your... Damn, show me your inventory again! Yeah, your compass and clothes and stuff! Stand like a man!"
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::Inventory:: [E]=Equiped
Sharpened Stick [E]
Peeled Bark (Makeshift Shield) [E]
Cloth Shirt [E]
Cloth Pants [E]
Minor Health Potion
Compass
Makeshift Bow
Iron Arrow
Arrow Shaft
Note (bloodstained)
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