Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150224132851/@comment-29559990-20150225213539

Athorian's moment of relaxation was interrupted by one of his men approaching him. "Sorry to interrupt you, boss, but we got a problem; Our little Nord friend is becoming a bit to... rambunctious."

"Is it the one that told us the schedule of those bandits at Haldir's Cairn?" Athorian asked.

"Yeah, it's him." The bandit responded.

Athorian sighed, and gave him the order. "Let him have a play date with Mongo."

A devilish grin formed across the face of the bandit. "Aye-Aye, Sir!" He exclaimed, and he went trotting out of the room. ____________________________________________________________________________

About 15 minutes later, the door swung open again, and this time the one coming in was Mongo.

Yeah, make fun of his name all you want, but Mongo is the mer that you would regret messing with. Standing at 6'8 and weighing nearly 350 pounds, all of which is muscle, this warhammer-toting Altmer is the roughest, toughest, and meanest S.O.B. that you will ever meet. He's incredibly loyal, strong, and resourceful. Woe to anyone who crosses path with Mongo.

"Ah, Mongo! Good to see you! I trust you had fun with our Nord friend?" Athorian cooed.

Mongo spoke no words and showed no emotion, and instead showed him the dismembered head of the Nord man.

"Excellent." Athorian said.

(Look out ACA... Here Comes Mongo.)