《Ignore this》Infiltration
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My training has paid off immensely, I can lift a small boulder with ease. I tried to uproot a tree with my bare arms, it almost moved but I gave up. I made a backpack out of leather that we had and made and put as many heavy things in it as possible. Now I run with that and rocks in my arms. I still need to be stronger, but I feel confident I can quietly infiltrate the village and get out. I stunk up on a Gorka Toad which is known for having crazy good detection skills, I think I can get in.
As I got closer to the village, I noticed something terrible, we haven’t checked back in a few days and I see they now have people in chains. They’ll be used as slaves, I must hurry before they’re worked to death. The best place to sneak in is on the forest edge and to jump over the wall. After looking it over for a bit, it's also the least guarded.
I crept around the stone walls, I only had one shot or I would die. Our uncle’s smithy is our best bet for supplies, I know where he keeps his valuables. It was just sunset as I began to jump the wall. The guard who was stationed here was rotating out for a new one, this is the only time they do this. I must succeed, I focused purely on getting to the smithy, I snuck up on one of them and broke Its neck. I was next to the smithy, unnoticed.
Beasts like these don’t know how to use this so it should be mostly untouched, besides the weapons, those are probably mostly gone. Inside the smithy was mostly intact, I opened up the floorboards and found the safe, half of the things we needed, next was the enchanted anvil. This was the major issue. It was huge and heavy, using all my strength I lifted it off of its fixed position, the wood it was fixed to snapping and making a loud sound. Bad.
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I stuffed as many things as I could into the backpack as well, ingots, knives, hatchets, and all sorts of other things. Time was only slightly on my side, the new guard would be there soon. I put on a set of brigandine armor that Uncle had been making for me because I wanted to learn to fight along with a small shield I fitted on my arm. This would help me a ton in the upcoming revenge project. The sun set as I left the smithy.
I must escape now, especially with this safe. Despite the sheer weight and discomfort of the things I carried, I ran like I never did before. There was no way I could jump over the wall, but I wasn’t going to jump. I knew by now the new guard must be in position, so I did the only thing I could and planned to bust through the stone wall, it wasn’t too thick, and I could heal myself.
As I got to the wall, I heard the guard shout, I looked at him dead in the eyes, I did not stop running. I could not slow down, The momentum of the heavy things I had on me carried me into its body. I couldn't position the shield right but I could hear its bones breaking as I smashed it against the wall. The wall crumbled behind me, everything hurt but I did not stop. I ran, I ran as hard and as fast as I could. I was out with only minor injuries, and going back home with valuable things we needed.
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