Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150916143234/@comment-29559990-20150922235655

(Just say Ear with an L in the front. L-Ear. Lear. Lyr.)

When Athorian got to the top of the deck, he caught a glimpse of the commotion. At the deck, there was a large amount of Red Plague bandits surrounding an Orc that had to be at least 7'5, if not taller. At his side was an old breton in commoner clothes and greying hair. In the orcs hand, was a struggling bandit.

"Drop him, Orc!" One of them demanded.

"Bring Mongo Athorian. Then Mongo let's him go," The Orc growled.

"We ain't got an Ath! So drop em and get lost!" Another one yelled.

"Mongo saw Athorian come on this ship," Mongo boomed. "Mongo saw Red Plague leave with Athorian. Mongo wants Athorian. NOW."

Athorian darted in the direction of the orc, waving off the orc. "M! Put the poor sod down!" He cried.

Mongo's head snapped towards Athrorian. His grip on the man didn't loosen at all...