Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150312045445/@comment-29458028-20150317155008

Raytheon got off his horse to retrieve the wraith's teeth and essences. He returned to his horse when he hurt a guttural voice.

"Raytheon Icelight, it's time to die!" said an obese orc. While he was massive and fat, the muscles on the orc were double sized. The massive Orsimer wielded a pair of flails.

"Oh gosh, not Irgonnarr Gro Fatchz. You disgusting creature" said Raytheon, drawing his sword.

He was damned happy the magicka wasn't all used up.