Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150916143234/@comment-29559990-20151006193629

The orcs ignored her question and chattered amongst themselves, wondering how Athorian could be alive. And how he was here, with Mongo. The conversations grew louder and louder as they tried to comprehend, which was abruptly interrupted by the sound of Athorian shooting off his pistol into the air.

"Now, where is the First Mate?" Athorian boomed after the orcs had quieted down. They looked to each other to find the answer, but none really knew where he was right now. Then, a lone voice sounded off.

"Move... outta the way... scooch over..." A voice said amidst the crowd. A few orcs were noticably shoved out of the way, before an Altmer man shoved his way to the front. "What the hell... is this..." he said, eyes widening as he saw what exactly was causing the crowd...

"A... Athorian..." The Altmer said.

"Calcian" Athorian growled in reply