Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150328063056/@comment-29458028-20150331052323

Raytheon wrinkled up his nose as he said "smell something? It doesn't smell too good..."

A massive orc stepped out from the forest, wielding a pair of flails. He was morbidly obese, but the size of his muscles meant business as well. The orc twirled his flails threateningly.

"Oh dear, it's Igonnar gro Fatchzs" said Raytheon.