Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183350/@comment-5543592-20190911233626

On open wastelands of Montana, there was little cover to speak off, other than more rolling hills and rough shrubbery.

"Don't stop running!" Josey shouted.

Behind them, they could heard light thumps as spears landed in the dirt behind them, launched from a hundred feet back. The spear throwers had a range of seventy feet or so, it appeared.