Truth in a Dark Place RPG

[Earendil Halfelven]

Baroden rode to shore as the waves rocked the lifeboat. It seemed as if the storm was subsiding. He had failed to kill Rangar but at least he had killed two people. He loved the look that everyone had when he had killed that foolish girl. She had thought that she was a warrior because she had a sword, but he had taught her a lesson. Foolish little girl.

The lightning flashed and he could see that outline of the ship. He was a good distance away but he could still see outlines of their figures standing at the railing. They were looking for something.

They were probably looking for him, but he didn't care. He was out of range the elvish bows. But earlier, he had seen a splash of something falling overboard. He wondered what it was but decided that he should get back to shore as quickly as possible. He needed to re-plan, again.

He stayed where he was, however. His curiosity got the best of him. As soon as the ship started sailing again, he turned the boat around. But he felt something hit the hull of his lifeboat. The waves had driven whatever it was to him.

He looked over the edge and was surprised to see that it was a man-the one who had had talked to in the hallway. He had a rope around his neck but it had loosened up a bit. Let the man drown, he thought. But then another idea popped into his head.

He reached down and pulled the man onboard, and took the rope off. Good, the man was breathing, barely. He recognized him as one of the rangers, probably that friend of Rangar. Good, who better than to owe Baroden a life debt than the dear friend of his enemy?