Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190126220742/@comment-17114085-20190328161533

"I suppose not." Agrunac threw off his furs and got out of bed. ''Ugh...might as well head over to the Barracks then. I have to keep up my routine.''

"Don't say that kind of stuff." Jof told her.

The Companions soon arrived at the site where Hans had fought the Orc scouts. The four of them laid dead on the ground, the snow around them stained red from their blood.

Bodvar crouched down next to one of the bodies to examine it. He saw deep gashes on the orc's body, tearing flesh and bone.

"This was done by an axe." He might not be too bright when it came to other things, but he knew his weapons well. Having an axe himself, he knew what kind of wounds they left on bodies.

Jofrodr looked over the bodies. "No sign of magic, this was all done by hand."

"Is that strange?" The captain asked.

Jof nodded. "If the Stormhawks were the ones responsible there would be signs of magic, one of them is a mage. The fact that he didn't use magic is very strange. He used it a lot during the fight with the dragon."

"Dragon?" Bodvar raised an eyebrow. Having left Yorgrm before the rumors of Jermulgraag's appearance began, he had no idea what Jof was talking about.

"I'll explain later." Jof assured him. "For now, we can be fairly sure that they didn't kill the Orcs."

They lost the Orc patrol's trail completely about a four kilometers from the village, where the snowy hills gave way to a craggy landscape of stones and rock walls.

No matter how hard they looked, they couldn't pick up the trail again.

(The Stormhawks are slightly ahead in the timeline because they spent almost an hour walking up the mountain.)

The warrior's mask looked at her with an unchanging angry expression. His tone was equally as aggressive.

"What do you want then, Lamush?" He asked, not satisfied with her previous answer.