Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150315213237/@comment-5583506-20150315232759

As Valkyrie, Perdix and the warriors of Clan Ghost-Wolf were locked in the battle on the eastern side, came Hist-of-his-Kin and his men from the west with their sharpened spears, ready to plunge them into the thick tissue of the fishmen.

The Argonian Patriarch was wearing a feathered helmet, supposedly made from the skull of some strange reptilian creature from the deepest jungles of Black Marsh. His armor was made from scales of various colours, and Valkyrie expected him to use the scales from these strange creatures as well once they were all dead.

He and his men finished off the rest of the horrid creatures with agility and nimbleness, plunging their spears deep into their enemies' bodies as they made them fall one by one. Hist-of-his-Kin finished the entire battle by throwing his spear several yards, sending it straight through the eye of an escaping fishman.

"That's how it's done", he shrugged before he made a gesture to one of his men to fetch his spear. "I believe that's a victory, yes?"

"Aye. I believe I would call it something like that", said Valkyrie as she stepped on one of the bodies.

Clan Prophecy, she remarked. I have never even heard of that before...