The Bandits of Zaros

Viktor walked through northern Pollnivneach. He saw some Bandits on the path ahead and turned left into an alley. He glanced back to see if the Bandits noticed him and started following. They weren't following. However, he looked ahead and saw a group of Bandits blocking his path. He turned and saw more Bandits blocking the entrance to the alleyway. He was surrounded.

"Well, gentlemen, I see you have surrounded me." Viktor said.

"Yes, yes we have. Now it's time for you to die." One Bandit said.

"And I expect you think I'm going to surrender."

The Bandits nodded. Well, he didn't surrender. Viktor threw a dart at one Bandit, and it impaled itself into his chest,killing him. The Bandits on both sides charged. Viktor drew two scimitars and blocked blows from both sides. One Bandit slashed downward at him, but Viktor blocked. Another Bandit stabbed at Viktor, but he parried and slashed upward at the Bandit. The Bandit's head was split in two. Viktor was struck in the back, and he fell to the ground. The Bandit raised his sword over his shoulder, but Viktor spun his legs around, knocking down the surrounding Bandits. He got to his feet and leaped over the Bandits, running out of the alley. The Bandits, of course, ran after him. They chased him through the streets until the eventually cornered him in front of the general store.

"There is no escape this time." A Bandit said.

One Zarosian Bandit stepped forward but found a dagger flying through the air into his face. More Bandits charged, and Viktor jumped up as high as he could, which was quite high. He cast a Fire Bolt into the swarm of Bandits below, killing one and setting a few others on fire. The survivors spread out, and Viktor fell down, landing on one Bandits' head. He jumped off of it and onto another one's head. He kept hopping onto Bandits' heads until there were no more Bandits to jump on. He started running again.

The Bandits pursued him, and they threw their weapons. Viktor dodged flying swords, daggers, and knives as he climbed onto a pile of crates resting against the wall of a building. From there he climbed onto the roof and started running. He jumped from rooftop to rooftop, Bandits throwing their blades at him and trying to climb onto the roofs. Some Bandits did succeed in climbing the rooftops and ran after him, jumping frm roof to roof. Viktor jumped off a 2-story building and onto the roof of a 3-story building. He nearly made it, grabbing onto the roof's edge. He hung off the roof, the ground 3 stories below him. A Bandit appeared on the rooftop.

"Say your prayers. And have a nice fall." The Bandit said, stomping on Viktor's face. He lost his grip and fell to the ground far below. He landed on the ground in extreme pain. Viktor started blacking out, his vision blurring. He saw Bandits around him before losing conciousness.

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Viktor started regaining conciousness. His vision was still blurry, however. He was laying down in the sand, his feet tied to a camel. Bandits mounted on camels were around him. One Bandit saw Viktor awake and kicked him in the face. He saw the camel moving, tugging him along through the desert before blacking out again.

Viktor woke up in a large tent. It was nighttime. He could see the shadows of Bandits outside on his tent. Viktor rubbed his eyes and looked around. He realized he was in the Bandit camp. His hand went to his sword, but he realized his weapons had been taken away. He did, however, see a Bandit's clothes on the floor next to him, and on a table there was a knife, probably used for cooking or cutting open cacti. Viktor put on the Bandit clothes and picked up the knife. It would not do him much in a fight, but it had to suffice.

He slowly sneaked out of the tent. Viktor avoided the Bandits, hiding behind tents. Viktor saw one with his back to him, and his weapon lowered. He sneaked up on him, putting his hand over the Bandit's mouth and slit his throat. Viktor hid the body in a nearby tent and took the Bandit's sword. He walked through the camp, and walked by a tent with Bandits in it discussing. He stood with his back to it, listening, but acted like he was paying attention to how shiny his sword was.

"It is foolish to remain here, in Kharidian. These Menaphites have nothing of use to us!" A voice yelled.

"Calm down. Much of the Empty Lord's empire was here. We may be able to use something in the ruins to bring Zaros back to the plane of Gielinor." Another voice said.

"We need to enter Misthalin, those weak Saradominists will surely crumble. If you disagree, we should at least leave that pathetic excuse for a city, Pollnivneach!" The first voice shouted.

"Do not worry. We have agents entering Misthalin and Asgarnia as we speak. Wait, there is someone outside, listening to us." The second voice said. The two Bandits sounded like they were getting up.

Viktor started running. He ran to where some camels were being kept. Bandits were guarding them. Viktor stabbed one Bandit from behind. The other Bandit turned and drew his weapon.