Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190512230722

The Orc tried to parry her attacks, but he was too slow.

Kal slashed him with her sword and dagger.

His helmet was open faced, so it offered little protection to his face from her blades. The Orc received deep cuts across his face and stumbled back, screaming in pain. He dropped his weapon and curled up, holding his face with both hands.

The Companions were faring much better now, they had recovered from the ambush and were holding their own against the 4 Orcs.

"Push them back!" Bodvar ordered from the back, still unable to get to the enemy.

Hans agreed with her. He didn't wait for the Companions to think of a plan, he just headed into the fray.

"Hey, wait!" Randagulf tried to grab Hans' arm, but failed.

The stranger jumped down onto one of the guards, knocking him to the ground and using the Orc to break his fall. He then finished the Orc off with an axe swing to the back of the neck. "F'r Shor!"

"Damn it, there could be more Orcs nearby. He just alerted them all to our presence." The Harbinger cursed. Nonetheless, the choice had been made. "With me men! For Shor!"

He charged down the nearby stairs and swung his axe into a miner that tried to defend himself with his pickaxe. The larger man overpowered the Orc and drove his battleaxe into his chest, killing him.

Jof followed after the Harbinger. He parried an attack from a miner and then stabbed him through the lower torso with Prince-Slayer. The sword easily cut through the fur clothes that the Orc miner was wearing.

Kane saw a woman approach Skorm and his children. She had light blonde hair just like the Atmoran, but was a little bit shorter than him and less brutish.

That must be his wife. The Cyrodiilic found himself daydreaming of the life he could have with a woman like her.

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"So this is where you are!" The blonde woman approached Skorm and his kids.

"Auntie Vildr!" Mette called to her from Skorm's shoulders. "Come, listen to the bard with us!"

"My how tall you are Mette, did you have a growth spurt?" She joked.

The little girl chuckled.

"Böðvildr, good to see you." Skorm greeted her.

They listened to the bard as he played a ballad about Jarl Vílæif the Red's great adventures.

"Hey, Skorm. Is it just me or is that man staring at us?" She gestured over to the far side of the square were Kane was watching them from.

Skorm looked over there, feeling protective of his children, though calmed down when he saw that it was the housecarl. "Ah, that's a new friend of mine. Styrson, a Nede from Cyrodiil."

"A Nede..." Böðvildr muttered. She had never seen one of them before. There weren't many of them in Skyrim, the only large population was in the hold of Falkreath, though some did migrate into Hvitstrad and Reftva.

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Kane saw that they noticed him staring at them and felt ashamed. "Gah, what am I doing?! Stalking a man and his family on their day off. I should leave them be."

He turned around and headed away from the markets.