Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150429063943/@comment-5583506-20150502015656

Inside the tent was Sha'Anxi, dressed up for battle, but Valkyrie couldn't help but notice that his armor was unstained with blood, indicating that he had been nowhere near the conflict. It was hard to blame the boy's cowardice though, seeing as he was merely a tool used by his advisors, the true rulers of the clan.

Androval remained ever as pale with not a single scratch on his armour. Valkyrie knew however that the Patriarch was renowned for his archery skill and it was therefore more likely that he had been using a bow.

Ebba Thuriksson, however was drenched in gore and her armor had multiple dents and scratches. That didn't stop her from smiling widely though.

Haridsvari had been a warrior of rank Ghost-Wolf in her youth, but she was many, many years past a proper fighting condition. People said though that her sharp tongue was more to be feared than her skill with a blade.

Hist-of-his-Kin looked to be in a bad shape. The Argonian fought with spear by the name of Serpent's Spine and was therefore always at the front in a battle. He had to lean on his father-in-law, He-Cuts-Deeper, for support, having taken a wide wound to his loin.

He should be resting and not participate in small councils like this.

Jagvar Icebreaker was too old to fight, but not to old to give command. He didn't look like he was in a particular mood to celebrate a victory however. Especially with the way he was glaring at the Iron Hound.

Gregorius Tenebrae towered up over a map rolled out over the table. The stoic giant in full metal armor seemed to cast a shadow over the tent's entire interior. Behind him stood Jaqueline DuVal, his servant. The girl looked ever just as frightened as the day Valkyrie and Perdix had encountered her in the Gorehound camp.

Wonder what her deal with that lumbering beast is?

She couldn't help but wondering whether the Iron Hound was abusing the girl, but she didn't seem to in that sort of position. If anything she seemed more like a reluctant ward.

"What have you mongrels been up to?" murmured the Iron Hound as he examined the overlook of the map. "I took you clanleaders to be punctual types, but you just burst my image."

Jagvar looked as if he was close to pull his sword against the Iron Hound. Valkyrie wouldn't have blamed him if he did, but it was a shame to die for an old grudge.