Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190126220742/@comment-17114085-20190505140613

Lamush avoided the cleaver once more. She was slightly nimbler than her brother, who was slowed down by his larger size and heavier armor.

"You should never have challenged me! I am not who I was before!" Bakel taunted.

However, her kick was not strong enough to knock over the chief. Bakel was as sturdy as a mountain and kicking his leg felt like kicking stone.

"Grulmog thought this exile would be the end of me, no! It has only made me stronger!" He stated. Immovable and unflinching, he continued his onslaught. He swung his weapon up at her unprotected face when she stopped her rolling.

Randagulf examined the room. It looked like a base camp of sorts. "Aye, you may be right Reyl. If this mine connects to numerous other places in the mountains then the Orcs could easily get behind our forces and strike wherever they please."

The bloodied man went to his knees, grabbed his foxhead amulet and began to pray. It wasn't a language that the Companions understood, though they could make out a few words that sounded similar to Atmoramal. The most obvious one was Shor. He repeated the god's name a few times in his prayer.

Jof sheathed his sword. "What are you doing here, stranger?" He asked after the man had finished his prayer.

"Killing elves." The man replied bluntly. He stood back up and went to retrieve his axe from the dead Orc's neck.

"Elves? I don't see any elves here." Jofrodr didn't understand. Atmorans didn't consider Orcs as elves. It was common belief that they were a completely different race. Orcs were considered kin to goblins, not elves. Some Atmoran scholars argued that elven legends told that Orcs had common ancestry to elves, but this was dismissed by most Skalds as incorrect translations.

The man looked over at Jof. The eyes behind his helmet were strikingly unnatural. They were like two shinning rubies staring at the Companion's very soul.

Randagulf turned over to the man after he pulled out the axe from the corpse. "What is your name stranger?"

"They call me Hans." The bloodied man replied. He put his axe on his belt and his shield on his back.

"Well Hans, how did you find this place? We only found it because of you." Randagulf said.

"The knife-ears were reckless. They left their torches on during the night, thinking that no one would notice. They didn't expect to be hunted at night." Hans replied.

Jof and Reyl had seen the dead Orcs in the village and how they had been killed was very similar to the bodies left behind by Hans here. It was a safe assumption that he had been the one to kill those four Orcs in Silfrisin.

(@Nelthro: There are no lit torches on the walls of the room, you put them out. The only lit torches there are the ones that the Companions are holding. Unless you meant that they grabbed the extinguished torches to light them again.)

When Kal pointed, Bodvar turned to the spot with his weapon at the ready. He gestured for his Companions to attack.

Though they hesitated when they saw that it was three humans hiding there.

Bodvar recognized one of them, Reeth, as the one he had seen on the rooftop in Silfrisin. "Stormhawks. So it was you who killed those Orcs."

When the Stormhawks turned to leave, Bodvar got irritated.

"Hey! Stop right there! Don't you just walk away when I'm talking to you." The captain called to them.