Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150130150827/@comment-24280666-20150201034049

Grok ran over to the cage, destroying the lock with a swing of his axe. "Grall'shik?" the slumped troll made a feeble effort to communicate, obviously trying not to show it's friend it was near death. "Grall'shik! What did they do to you?" Grok asked, his anger building inside of him. Graalshik slowly stood up, revealing a miriad of bruises and cuts, which were no doubt due to torture at the hands of the bandits. The armored troll looked up at Grok sadly, holding out it's hand. For years, this troll had been Grok's sole companion. Grok felt his anger burning inside of him, growing and growing. "I can still save you..." Grok said, but it was too late, the troll had passed, leaving Grok with no-one and nothing. Grok held the troll's hand for what seemed like hours, as the sounds of the battle outside continued.