This post is the start of a roleplay between Wolvenrogue and udontknowme<br/><br/>I had been on the trail all day and it was near evening.  I was glad to be heading home.  Whats this?  The stage coach? It should have been past here hours ago. The stage sat still and lifeless on the road, the horses gone belongings and bodies strewn everywhere.  looking through the wreckage I hear a soft moan from beneath the stage. Kneeling, I see you in a crumpled heap on the ground, your shoulder badly bleeding.