08-26-2011, 08:51 PM
"Don't look back...don't look back..." Rurik told himself as he speed walked away from the border. he wanted to look back and see if the man was still there, watching him leave, but something told him that would be a bad idea. He kept walking until he came to an embankment that led down to a creek. He hoped slightly and landed in the cold water, now hidden by the bank. He slipped his pack off and set it on a dry spot next to him and leaned his staff against the bank on the other side. Then, he turned around and peaked over the bank at the way he had just come. He didn't see anyone, but then a good guard is never seen until it was too late, and the man had already shown he could be sneaky. Rurik cursed under his breath and rolled over to lay on his back on the bank. He had to think of a plan if he wanted to get into the territory.
It would probably be best to wait until night fall to make the man think he had left the area, plus night would offer him great cover to sneak in. However, if he waited too long more guards might show up and make getting in impossible, so if he was going to get in he had to do it soon. There always was the option of the distraction, and that tree he had seen looked pretty important, and really flammable. Fire was always a good distraction, so all he had to do was set the tree alight, scurry away before anyone noticed, wait for everyone to come running, the sneak in unseen. The down side was in if he got caught he would probably be the pack's next meal. The thought made him swallow hard, but didn't deter him from his goal. Now all he had to do was wait until the right time. So, he decided to take a nap while he waited, he'd need the extra energy for all the running and lifting he was gonna be doing.
His nap lasted until the sun began setting and dark began creeping over the land. Now would be the perfect time to light a fire. He rolled over onto his belly and peaked over the bank again to check if anyone was around. He saw no one so he began prepping his plan. He wouldn't need his katana so he left it by his pack on the bank. He would however need his lighter fluid and matches to start the fire, so he grabbed those from his pack and picked up his staff.
He climbed back over the bank, keeping as low to the ground as he could without actually crawling, just in case there were any unseen sentries. He made his way over to the tree as quickly and quickly as he could, using other trees and scrubs as cover. Once he made it he let his staff rest against the tree trunk and unscrewed the cap on the metal lighter fluid container. It wasn't until now that he noticed the markings on the tree. Names, words, and other sorts of random art were covering the tree. He wasn't sure what it all meant, but it seemed important. What did he care? He wasn't apart of the pack, and never would be. He grabbed his staff and splashed some of the fluid onto the trunk and then made a small trail away from it, like a fuse to a bomb. He was about 20 feet away from the tree when he stopped and struck his match. "Well, here goes nothing." He said, and dropped the match onto the fluid, which caught almost instantly. Unfortunately the ground was getting damp with the cooling air, making the fire follow the fluid rather slowly. He could only sit and hope that no one came along and saw what he was doing.
It would probably be best to wait until night fall to make the man think he had left the area, plus night would offer him great cover to sneak in. However, if he waited too long more guards might show up and make getting in impossible, so if he was going to get in he had to do it soon. There always was the option of the distraction, and that tree he had seen looked pretty important, and really flammable. Fire was always a good distraction, so all he had to do was set the tree alight, scurry away before anyone noticed, wait for everyone to come running, the sneak in unseen. The down side was in if he got caught he would probably be the pack's next meal. The thought made him swallow hard, but didn't deter him from his goal. Now all he had to do was wait until the right time. So, he decided to take a nap while he waited, he'd need the extra energy for all the running and lifting he was gonna be doing.
His nap lasted until the sun began setting and dark began creeping over the land. Now would be the perfect time to light a fire. He rolled over onto his belly and peaked over the bank again to check if anyone was around. He saw no one so he began prepping his plan. He wouldn't need his katana so he left it by his pack on the bank. He would however need his lighter fluid and matches to start the fire, so he grabbed those from his pack and picked up his staff.
He climbed back over the bank, keeping as low to the ground as he could without actually crawling, just in case there were any unseen sentries. He made his way over to the tree as quickly and quickly as he could, using other trees and scrubs as cover. Once he made it he let his staff rest against the tree trunk and unscrewed the cap on the metal lighter fluid container. It wasn't until now that he noticed the markings on the tree. Names, words, and other sorts of random art were covering the tree. He wasn't sure what it all meant, but it seemed important. What did he care? He wasn't apart of the pack, and never would be. He grabbed his staff and splashed some of the fluid onto the trunk and then made a small trail away from it, like a fuse to a bomb. He was about 20 feet away from the tree when he stopped and struck his match. "Well, here goes nothing." He said, and dropped the match onto the fluid, which caught almost instantly. Unfortunately the ground was getting damp with the cooling air, making the fire follow the fluid rather slowly. He could only sit and hope that no one came along and saw what he was doing.