Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190204233516/@comment-5543592-20190206010406

Graicus came to the edge of town and had to walk some ways out of it before he came upon a campfire on the side of the road, among the grass. Five men were gathered around it, sitting on rocks or logs, and they noticed when Graicus approached.

"By the Divines!" One of them shouted. "Look at this guy!" He was a Bosmer with a face disfigured by scars and was thin. His frame was wiry though, lithely athletic. He wore a leather jacket with metal scales shown onto it and sword hung at his waist.

"Get hungry on your way over, Imperial?" Another joined in, a tall Nord with long dark, greasy hair. He wore a steel cuirass and greaves. Like the Bosmer, a longsword hung at his waist. "Eat a cow?"

"Quiet, Malte." A third said, a Redguard. He was average in height and build, although he looked as athletic and grizzled as the others. He wore a pristine set of chainmail. "There's no way he ate a cow.  It had to at least be a mammoth."

"You're big, Imperial, is what they're trying to say." The fourth man at the fire said. He was an Altmer, the second tallest of the bunch, armored in leathers and metal scales like the Bosmer. "Strong too, from the look of you.  You know how to use that sword?" The Altmer asked, patting his own.

The fifth man at the fire, the biggest of the five, was an Orc, and he remained silent. He wore only a leather vest in the way of armor, showing off bare arms wrapped in scars and burns. He was shredded with muscle, and although he couldn't possibly have weighed as much as Gracius, he likely got pretty damn near close, and he was taller than Cade.

The Orc carried the biggest sword out of the five of them, a weapon so collossally large he had leaned against a nearby rock. The zweihander must've measured six feet (about 1.9 metres) in length.