Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150828165808/@comment-24736819-20150920042227

(I meant to write southerners, but well...there is only soldier from one place there at Dunkarn Haven, Evermore.)

"Still.", Doraleous was just as thick headed as his King Brother, as much as he denied the similarities.

"Evening, gentlemen.", he greeted them upon arrival.

Joramun was getting close to the dreugh, slowly taking his dagger from its sheath... It all happened very fast.

As the large breton was about to jump on the creature, the other three jumped on him and Balin jumped on the three. It started very confusing, without the two bretons knowing just what was going on, but after a few seconds of struggle, thw two parties separated from each other.

Balin and Joramun looked at each other and at the four enemies before nodding. Both armed with daggers, Joramun's was of daedric source and apparentely enchanted while Balin wielded twin daggers of Skaalic's craft, another gift from his father. They lunged and dodged, giving their best to fight the creatures in their own turf. Balin had been cut deeply on his chest, while Joramun was still unharmed when the first dreugh fell...

...

At last, two hours later, the Toreau emerged and swam to their respective ships.

"Throw the ladder!", Azaron shouted, being the first one to spot their captain. Seconds later, Balin stood on the main deck of his ship, surrounded by his men who were eager to know the outcome of the challenge. The young prince looked like shit, he had a deep cut across his chest and several others all over his arms. Taking deep breaths and getting used to the atmosphere again, he sat on the deck before stretching himself.

Brujlv was the first one to finally say something, "Ehr... Prince? What happened?"

Balin got up, looking completely drained from his lifeforce, "It is Captain, Brujlv... Captain."

He smirked before dropping unconscious.