Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150613171809/@comment-5543592-20150615212055

"Maybe the chieftan enjoys wearing dresses?" Ellis piped up.

"If I find him in one, he's getting decpitated..." Garred grumbled.

Almost as if at the word "Chieftain" a powerful-looking Orsimer women stepped out. She was lim, not bulky, but all the muslces in her arms and legs were well defined and hard.

"Her." Ogedei corrected, suddenly looking skitish.

"This the fuck-up last watch called in?" Jabshisha demanded off one Orc warrior.

"Yes, Warchief." He was older than her, with several gray hairs and tough skin. Burn scars covered various bits of his exposed skin, but he wore them proudly.

At the mention of Jabshisha's title, Ogedei did something bizarre. He sharply twisted away, turning his back to the woman, and stepped into cover behind a wall, out of the Orcs' line of sight.

"This is the second uprising this week.  You keep your laborers in line from now on, or there will be punishment.  Got it Forgemaster?"

"Yes, sir." The Forgemaster assured her, straightening out at the word 'punishment.'

"Good." Jabshisha snarled, she gazed over the area, her eyes landing briefly on Garred and Ellis, before turning away.

"Fuck..." Muttered Ogedei.