Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150502020346/@comment-24942837-20150516151832

Lorgash clenched and relaxed his hands on his Orcish War Axes.

Amren was busily poisoning his blade with paralysis, and loosening his shoulders.

Aerin nocked an arrow, but didn't aim nor hold.

Torolf hissed as quiet as he could for them to not make a sound. He unhooked his steel shield from his back, slowly placing his helmet on and continuing to listen in.