Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151207231213/@comment-29559990-20151210223625

"Oh, my dear little Werebear..."

Goriyn stepped out of the trees, wearing that same nasty grin that he had back at Labyrinthian. "I've already assembled my misfits,"

From behind Goriyn, came a massive Nord with a set of shining, impenetrable Nordic armor on his hide. A warhammer of equal material was on his back. He had two steely eyes, and a beard that hung just below his chest plate.

"This is Borskar!" Goriyn Introduced. "My most loyal general... the rest of my friends, are at our camp... Whaddaya say, Werbear? Wanna find a family?"