Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170922212658/@comment-10197675-20171114170339

Gorgojon had been sat on a crate with his head pressed into his hands for the past couple minutes since the end of blood shed. He'd already had enough with the others, silently he thought of ways he could rid of them all.

He mumbled under his breath into hands, "...slash, hack, bash..."

But these were foolish thoughts and Gogorjon was no fool, he knew cooperation was needed for survival, so for now he withheld his temper.

His axe was leant up against the railings of the ship, at an arms length away, the Orc could not bring himself to trust these other prisoners, especially the savage nord who would rip flesh from the deceased.

Frustrated the Orc finally lifted his head from his palms, "I say we abandon this ship and make way back towards the land. Survival on this.. 'prison island' seems slim. Maybe if we can craft a raft of sorts using the resources on board we can make way back towards the mainland".