Maxwell took a sharp breath as he jumped off the cliff, he heard the wind whizz past and soon took impact with the river below. A sharp pain was sent up his side as he struggled for the surface, eager for air. He finally emerged, gasping reluctantly and paddled sideways. He stopped until he felt land, gripping strands of grass and hauling himself out of the freezing water.
He could hear curses being shouted from the top of the cliff. He laughed to himself, he was free at last. Maxwell wrung his clothes, hearing the soft patter of water.
Maxwell paused, hearing another whisper. And another. Three people, he assumed. He heard the sheathing of swords and the growls of grown men. ‘Well…’ He whispered, taking small,but heavy, circular objects from a satchel, ‘this won’t be too hard…’
((The character in this short story is from a great person known as Shibe, a member on my website, RPG lounge. Shibe created Maxwell and I would like to thank him for making such an awesome character. 😀 ))