" Hahah! I can't believe all this gold we got from that tavern!" One of the bandits exclaimed. Riding the carriage through the forest with the other three.
" I know right! The Inn at that town attracts so many heroes and Adventurers! I still can't believe we weren't caught." They all laughed. The rain was still continuing. But there were eyes watching. Well, one eye. Through a blood-red mask. However, a white, scar-like mark on the mask covered the left eye hole, so only one could see out the mask. Long hair was dripping with water, the color as if it was once a brilliant gold, but after being soaked in blood and tears, have dulled and lost it's gold and luster. The rain drops dripped down Moraltar's body, up in the trees. He unsheathed something metal, and cold. A bow, however, it was more as if a bow and a dagger had a child, for even the String looked polished and sharp. Moraltar slowly pulled a sturdy arrow out of his quiver, and readied it, drawing back on the string. his one eye stared out of the mask, unblinking. The color of green glass reflected coldly as water dripped over the eye hole. He released the arrow, and now only did it curve around and completely demolish the two back wheels of the carriage, but it then proceeded to curve again and completely strike through a tree, falling over on the horses reins, the rope crushed, and horses startled, they ran off. The bandits hopped out of the carriage.
" How could this have happened... There's no way!" One of the them exclaimed.
" It's fine, you lot of imps. We can still take the gold back to town and buy a new carriage."
" Are you an idiot?! They've probably realized their gold is gone by now! We'll have every person who can hold a sword on our tails just at the mention of half of this gold promised to them!"
" Get over yourself." A dark voice said coldly, stepping out of the Wagon calmly.
" Boss." One of the said, choking back a gulp.
" We can always go to the other side of town, where news of the stolen gold hasn't gotten to yet." He said.
" Ah, yeah-I-I guess that would make sense." One of them stuttered. But as they took a step, an arrow flung out of the darkness of the woods, and struck through one of the bandits legs, and he screamed.
" Grab the gold! Run! NOW!" The boss yelled, grabbing a handful and taking off back towards the distant light of the town.
" There's no way in hell!" The other one yelled and ran away in the opposite direction. The remaining two looked at their comrade with a twisted mix of fear and pity, they grabbed a handful of gold and ran off in a similar direction as their boss.
" Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods." The one who with the arrow in his leg cried with pain and utter terror.
" Please don't kill me." He cried as he saw an approaching dark figure.
" Please, please, I just wanted a job to pay for my family..." He shook his head indefinitely, and then blood sprayed all over the wet trees and flowed away with the leaves as low thunder rolled in the distance. The light slowly faded from the man's eyes as he attempted a last breath, but instead found himself simply drowning in his own blood. He was dead.

The two with their pockets filled with gold ran and ran and ran, until they had to stop and catch their breath.
" Are we going to die?" Of them asked the other.
" No, of course not. We can't die here. This isn't even a major steal, we have to go out with an even larger bang then that.
" Yeah, okay..." He breathed.
" Where do you think boss went?" He asked.
" No idea, he must be skulking around here somewhere." The more confident one stated.
" Right... Let's go look." They walked around, searching every corner. Which was a lie, they were actually just trying to get back to the town, and finding their Officer in command was thing number two on the list.
" Who do you think is trying to kill us?" The scared one asked.
" Probably some Hero who just beat the others to us." He said, shrugging it off like it was nothing.
" Right...Alright..." He said.
" Hey do hear something...?" He whispered. They breathed lightly, and stared intently in the distance.
" Are you two going to just stand there all day?" The boss said, glaring at them.
" Oh! Yes sir!" The frightened one said, about to towards him when a low 'thud' was heard. The man stopped in his tracks, and the boss looked with wide eyes at the man, and the other looked terrified at the two of them. The man looked down. A hole in the throat. He looked up at the boss, tears swelling in his eyes.
" B-But...M-y...Wi-...fe...Our...ch-chi-child." He was walking towards the boss, when another arrow stuck in to his back, and he fell over.
" COME ON!" He said to his last remaining man, and they both fled into the woods, deeper and deeper. The raining had stopped, so the sound of night insects were now flooding the Woods.
" How close are we to the town?" The man asked.
" Close enough, we're almost there." The boss said. They were walking now, squishing the wet leaves beneath their boots.
"A Stream!" The man yelled.
" Shut the hell up!" He seethed, and the man didn't pay him any attention, running to the river. He started to drink thankfully, that was, until he looked over, and saw three sharpened sticks, like pikes, holding the three heads of him friends. The first of who was shot in the foot, the second who ran away, and the third who was scared shitless. He knew what was coming next, and before he jumped back, he felt dizzy, and his stomach upturned, into the riverbank. His boss pulled him to his feet, and was pulled away as an arrow flew by, and then threw his club at another, destroying it, but also throwing the arrow off balance.
"Let's go!" The boss yelled, and they both ran in the opposite direction, when an Arrow scratched the man's side, and he cried out in pain, the boss grabbed his arm, and pulled him along, nearly dislocating his arm in the process. They ran for a good bit before arrows frequently scratched them, and cut off their path and they had to sharply turn to avoid getting pierced through the stomach and head. They also saw a dark shadow jumping from tree to tree, bush to bush, they eventually felt as through they were running in circles, and the man abruptly stopped, as did the arrows.
" What are you... Hey...?" The boss turned the man around and looked at the arrow in his chest, straight through his heart.
" Boss...?" He said, one last hopeful glance, and then death.
The boss yelled. Some was because of anger, some was terror, but most of it was the arrow that ripped from shoulder blade to shoulder blade.

The boss was running pathetically, and eventually came to a hill, bleeding out on the grassy ground. The clouds from last nights storm broke apart, and morning sunlight flooded the town, he even saw the tavern. And then something else. Something...
" A dog..." He stared at the dog, looking at him with eyes that would not turn down a dying man some comfort.
" Come here." He held out his dirty and shaking hand, still slightly bloody from his comrades. The dogs sniffed the hand, and licked it, and then barked.
" You're certainly kind to a man who just spent his entire night trying to get a pretty coin." He said to the dog. The dog barked back it's subtle response, and then barked again, turning around as if expecting the man to follow.
" Sure, why not. I'm almost dead anyways." he began to walk with the dog. he noticed it limped on one of it's hind legs, something lodged in it. Like an arrowhead, or a small dagger tip.

The dog eventually led him to a small gathering of trees close to the town. A few people were up and getting ready for work.
" You..." He said. It wasn't a gasp, or a hint of hatred at all. Simply staring at the figure, who stepped into the light. Moraltar said nothing, the dog barked and walked over to him, and he pet it. The boss realized that the dog was his. The dog lead him to his owner.
" You're a sick man." The boss said, staring at him. Moraltar walked towards him.
" I know." The slicing of flesh and blood spraying echoed shortly through the small part of the town shortly, before nothing else was heard but the laughter of a warm family.

Moraltar looked through the window, it was a family of three. A mother, a father, and a young boy. The boy in the family laughed once more, and then looked outside the window.
" What is it honey?" The mother asked.
" Oh, nothing, thought I saw someone." He shrugged and laughed again.
"...They need a dog..." Moraltar pet his dog, immorality. He barked agreeably .