Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190518220644

Bakel wasn't the smartest, he didn't get the connection either. Though subconciously his choice to spare the wounded boy had been made with his past in mind.

"Where is Shaggol?!" Bakel called. He turned to Lamush. "My current Forge-Wife." he explained.

Mornz came into the hall. "Resting, my chief. The pregnancy has been hard on her."

Bakel looked displeased. He wanted to show his younger sister how high he has grown since his exile. "My family is growing, Lammy. Two wives and a daughter, with another baby on the way. I had a son too, a baby by my old Forge-Wife. He was poisoned by my first Hunts-Wife. She tried to kill my Durzha too, but I found out and had her skinned alive in retribution."

He drank his ale until the horn was empty. "I haven't had the best luck with wives. They've all betrayed me, except Mornz here. Mornz is loyal."

Bakel grabbed Mornz by the back of the neck when she came to pour him more ale. She flinched.

"Aren't you Mornz?" Bakel asked, keeping a firm grip on her neck.

"Always." She replied, keeping her gaze down.

He let go of her then smacked her behind with a chuckle. "Of course you are. Now get my sister here something to drink. I'm sure she's parched after all that fighting."

Mornz nodded and went over to Lamush. "Do you want anything?"

Considering what he had seen of Hans' fighting skills, Randagulf found it unlikely that the man would fall to the Orcs.

"He may be a mystery, but he hasn't led us astray thus far. He seems to know where we're going so let's keep following him." The Harbinger said.

Jofrodr sheathed his sword. "As you say, but that bastard pisses me off."

The Companions re-lit their torches and headed down the tunnel, catching up with Hans rather quickly.

The Companions had nothing to say about the Orc.

One of the Companions that had been on the front fighting went up to the wounded Orc. He was about to stab him in the back and put an end to him, as Kal had not.

Bittnahjold bit into the Orc, cutting through his armor and gutting the Orc guard.

The Orc activated his Berserker Rage, which stopped him from dying from shock. He stumbled back and the shieldwall fell apart. He was bleeding heavily from the wound, but the power was keeping the Orc alive for now.

The Dremora wasn't the greatest of brawlers, so his kick wasn't as effective.

The second Orc guard tried to attack Tiskr's extended right arm, trying to disarm him of  Bittnahjold.