Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150311002226/@comment-29559990-20150311213757

Vordel parked himself on a bench, taking a dampened cloth and thoroughly wiping down the only thing he could truly trust: his axe. It was an expertly crafted ebony war axe that could, at the press of a button, expand into a massive and equally lethal battle axe. He had gotten it when he was just a small lad making his way through the ashy terrain of Morrowind, and it had served has his primary source of offense and defense ever since.

"You ready to split some skulls, lad?" He asked his axe. Yes, his axe. He held it up to the light of the sun to get a better glimpse of the glorious weapon. "Yeah, you always are." He smirked.