This particular guard had been having a bad day.

Julius Mannus, of the Goldenhand Order, had not intended for his day to go quite so badly. First, that morning he had received a letter informing him of his mother's passing. Second, he had stubbed his toe on his kitchen table. Third, he'd been given guard duty first thing in the morning. Fourth, he had forgotten his extra quarrel for his crossbow. So, when fifth, some fucking heathen started talking shit about his daughter, he just about lost it. He fired the quarrels on hand, one missing and the other hitting some other criminal in the shoulder. Pawing his outfit for literally anything else to shoot, he mistakenly placed his glasses in the crossbow and fired in his rage. His specs flew with surprising aerodynamics to thump squarely in the criminal's chest, shattering utterly.

The criminals had freed themselves, and so Julius took a mighty swing at the nearest one, a man a whole head taller than him. This much like the rest of Julius' day failed miserably. He somehow ended up on the ground, seeing stars with a terrible headache and no sword. That did it. Julius was done. The world had it out for him. He staggered to his feet, and began to totter home. However he slipped on a puddle of vomit and landed in the stuff, bile splashing all over his clothes and armours. He decided to just lie there, and question his life choices.

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[i]So, you're free. Where to first? Also as a note, [@Wadesauce], easy on the godmodding. Just a warning in case you don't know what that is, but just make sure you're controlling only your character and nobody else's. Thanks.[/i]