Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141029134758/@comment-24148289-20141030175912

Shakh was walking around the camp, elated with his deal.

"1000 gold for each of those vile, disgusting whores. Ha! Genius!" he thought aloud.

"You really hit the jackpot there General" one of the bandits yelled, raising his mead as Shakh turned around.

"We're gonna be filthy, fucking rich boys!" Shakh yelled. The bandits replied with a huge roar.

"The Blood Lust, will continue it's name as the most dangerous clan in Skyrim!" he screamed again, replied with yet another roar. Some bandits came from behind and even though they struggled, they managed to lift up the Orc and let him crowd surf around the camp. Although it amused the bandits, it really didn't amuse Shakh.

"Put me down you bunch of fools!" he shouted, but the bandits wouldn't let him down. Suddenly Shakh took out an Iron War Axe that he normally walks around with.

"I'm fucking serious. Put me down!"

With that, the bandits let him down and just watched as Shakh stared them all down. (RKO) Out of nowhere, Shakh pulled out a bottle of mead and cheered on his own. The bandits were confused at first but cheered along anyway.