Mists of Babylon

[Leben]

(Welcome, this RP is a unique story of mine. Mostly about Ninjas and warriors enjoy. Play along and the story will unfold.)

*In the dark, cold forrest a young boy with green hair walked down an old path. The land mostly covered in mist.*
????: Whos there?

[Smiley.rp]

The forest was deathly quite, yet the boy was not alone. Behind one of the many trees rested a troop of men, each clad in black silk. The watched the boy, he looked confused in the forest, as if lost. He cried out of desperation yet the men stayed hidden, this boy would prove a most easy prey.

The boy moved along the forest path, still unaware to the threat beyond. As he neared the ambush site the men tensed. Slowly and ever so quietly they drew their short blades, their favoured weapon, the Kukri. As the boy edged closer to them their feet slowly slid across the damp grass, they were ready, only waiting for the orders of their leader.

[Leben]

*The boy stopped in his tracks, and slowly turned to the trees.*
????: If you value your lives, i suggest that you show yourself.....................Very well.
*the boy ran through the forrest, knocking many of the soldiers out. He then jumped up an old tree.*
????: This is your last chance.

[Mathias]

If someone is interested in continuing this RP, please do so and I'll provide a supporting character.

The black-clad leader sliced his arm down in front of him, his kukri glistened with the soft dew of the early morning. His trained ninjas flipped to their feet with only a soft crumble of leaves in their wake. They took to the trees, leap frogging amongst the branches with the grace of a monkey. As they neared the boy, they trained their kukris on him in anticipation of the forthcoming rebuke.