The Chronicles of Crwoan

Jarox enters

It was late that night, the dense forest was sparkling with pitchforks and fire. A dark shadow stood, pressed against the bark of the tree. He gulped, hearing their screams and violent language come closer to his home. There were so many of them, and just one of him. A quick movement came from behind him, much further then the mob was. He sucked in seeing a small boy, probably a young teenager jolt passed him. The boy was clearly with the mob. [ Perception-20]

"Wait..." His voice was low as he reached out. The boy gasped, twisting quickly, but he stepped too far, [ Athletics- 12]A snare ripped into the boy's leg, making him fall to the ground with a yelp. He struggled, pulling at the metal clamps. The man stepped out, the boy cowering away.

"Stay away from me! Help!" The boy yelled, but he kneeled down inspecting the snare.

"You're lucky. It's just a flesh wound." He smiled, the moon shining over his face. The boy stared in terror. "Sometimes, I have to set these out. Even I forget where I put them at times..." He mumbled.

"Stay back!" The boy finally pulled himself out of his fear and pulled out a small dagger, swiping at the man. [ Athletics too dodge- 22] He was able to move just out of the way, staring at the boy.

"It will be okay,[ Persuasion to calm the boy- 18] you will be free in no time. I just need to pull this." The boy stopped, watching him for a moment, giving the opportunity to release him. He gave a kind smile as he tucked the metal under his arm.

"There, you should be good, unfortunately, I don't have any bandages with me." The boy's breath started to rise again as he scurried to his feet.

"Help! It's going to kill me!" He yelled through the forest.

"I won't kill you..." He sighed, moving to his feet. As the boy retreated back to the mob, he pressed himself back into the shadow of the tree. The group festered around him a little off in the distance. The boy leading them in the assumed right direction. He was off the hook once again as the fires faded into the far distance. He took a turn, navigating his terrain with ease, stepping around his snares for hunting. It will be a short while before he steps onto  a large field of grass. The tree lines circling around the field, the end still in sight. Located in the middle was a small cabin. It had a gentle glow of orange from the fire within, keeping the house warm. He trudged the field opening the door to his cabin. He stepped in, his tall horns hitting the top of the doorway. He grunted, leaning to the side. He always forgot his true height with his horns.

Humming a gentle tone to himself. He made himself a small dinner, which didn't turn out very well[ Charisma to see if the food tastes good- 5]. He shrugged and ate on anyways, at his smaller than average table. As he put the utensils away, he moved over to his small bed. Which wasn't fit for a 7-foot man, not including his 12-inch tall horns. Still, he laid down, twisting in the middle and bending his knees.

"I hope those people get back home safely." He hummed before nodding off to sleep.