Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160516023321/@comment-29559990-20160624032659

Mongo was breathing heavily from the fight. The monster of an orc was splattered in blood. Some belonged to the men he had fought and some of it belonged to Beast Slayers. Ja'Keil was no where to be seen.

"This.. this is not good..." The Orc spat, sending crimson saliva into the snow.

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"Sorry to disappoint," Athorian growled at the Imperial. "You want us to smile and do a little dance when you line us up for the chopping block."