Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-2165692-20190806011617

Reeth filled two vials with Bakel's blood; he looked at the colour. "Hmh, no trace of discolouration or mysterious odour, he might very well just be a huge orc."

"How far is this Marzgior?" Lamush asked them, "I'd rather not have to take a massive detour and risk encountering the humans a second time." she said.

Tiskr didn't care; he wasn't taking the cleaver as a weapon; he wanted a trophy from the kill as he had been the one to deal the finishing blow.

Relan stretched his arms he went to find Tiskr, although with the battle over it didn't take a lot of time to reach Tiskr and Reeth. He was horrified at the sight of the cleaver as he approached, "I hope you're not planning on swinging that inefficient monstrosity over Bittnahjold?"

"No, this ax is my trophy, I admit, I have never wielded a blade finer than the one you forged, but it's still Hefndir's blade. I will need to return it to him; this thing will sit quietly as a memoir to my deeds."

Relan grinned "Well, once you get paid for your bounty, perhaps you'd want me to forge you something, he looked at the smashed bits of wood and steel, what remained of the Shield. "Perhaps a shield that won't break every single adventure you go on?"

"That might be a good idea." Tiskr chuckled.