Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150207130230/@comment-29559990-20150213020239

"Oh, of course not, lass! We're about to get started!" Vordel claimed.

He pulled the man close. "Are you gonna be a good boy and surrender or are we gonna have to beat that surrender out of you."

The man replied with a wad of spit into his eyes. "You and your Shadowbloods and Mournhold can go choke on your pride. Why don't you just run home and keep sucking on King Talyn's c***, eh? You're taking necrom."

"Big words from a small man. You may not be here for much longer if you keep talkin' like that." Vordel teased.

"You shouldn't even be here. You should be in an oven!"

Vordel's smile disappeared quickly. Replaced with disbelief. "W-What did you say?"

"You heard me. The ovens. Preparing for the feast..."

Vordel's look of disbelief was soon turned into a lok of rage, and he delivered a jaw-smashing punch to the mans face. The man went down to the ground, making a hideous gurgling noise.

Vordel sheathed his axe, and began to walk out, each step forcing the ground to rattle. "If that didn't kill him, make sure he suffers before you do it." Vordel spat out.