Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150416143828/@comment-5583506-20150428002833

"Butcher that thing!" boomed the Iron Hound's voice from within his helmet as he saw the downed dragon. "Rip its guts out and feast upon its corpse!"

The bloodthirsty warriors of Clan Gorehound readied themselves with sickles, hooks, cleavers and axes, approaching the dragon with a furious swarm of men and women with lust for war and destruction. They began to sink their violent cuts into the side of the dragon.

Valkyrie looked the Dragon mask dead in the eye, showing no fear. She took a steady grip around the handle of Frostbite and walked steadily, yet threatening towards the priest.

"You serve a lost cause, priest", she said grimly. "Allow me to be the one to send you back to the hell from whence you came."