Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150323223801/@comment-12599067-20150327014636

Valkyrie and Perdix noticed that there was one spot in the mass of swords and magic that stood out. It was a location near but not directly in front of the gate where numbers of cultists and draugr had fallen, their armor rent and their bodies red with blood of enemy and ally alike. At this point there were a handful of warriors, most of them Ghost-Wolves... but there was one who clearly stood out amongst them, as he was much taller than they were.

It didn't take an Imperial scholar to recognize Jotunn. It was almost impossible not to. The man was an absolute goliath, but this was the first time he'd been seen in battle. What a sight it was, too.

Although the other warriors were holding their own just fine, Jotunn was in a class all by himself. The rest of the Ghost-Wolves had fallen into a defensive ring, but the goliath was taking the battle to the cultists; slashing in one direction with his sword, driving his axe into the chest of a draugr in the other. For almost every sweep he took out an enemy, blades cutting through flesh and bone like hot spikes through lead. When he needed to catch his breath, he just fell back a ways into the ring of warriors, but it was only a short reprieve for the cultists, for Jotunn was back in combat within minutes.

Perdix did not see Şahmaran anywhere, but every once in a while, the distinctive red color of her robes appeared somewhere in the carnage before disappearing back into the forest of blades.