Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141111164923/@comment-25101508-20141112034731

Daerch looked at the giant of an Orc, chained up on a table and gagged, as he injected the poison into the poor warrior elf's body

"You're strong with an axe, no?" Daerch said.

The Orc attempted to break free.

"Well, that's wonderful. Absolutely fantastic. But anyway, you have a nice head. Would you mind if I had it?"

The Orc started to enter a state of panic and began screaming as Daerch got out the Orc's axe.

"This will be quick."

An hour later, Daerch observed the headless Orc walk in the suit of armor.

"You shall serve Sven Gold-Dawn and Eriksson Silver-Blood till they die. Once they die, you'll serve their children. And once they die, you'll serve their children. Let's just say that you'll be serving who I say you'll serve. You've got the time. You've got a lot of time left," Daerch said.

The Orc, whose lack of a head was hidden by a large steel helm, walked out of the laboratories with his new master. They walked into the throne room of Sven's longhouse.

"M'lord, I present you one of the strongest mer alive."