Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150401175844/@comment-5583506-20150404140950

Rashka was strolling along the country road heading for Riften. He knew a couple of people there who could set him up for life. During a drunken bar brawl he had even met an Orc chieftain who (highly intoxicated, of course) had even offered him his role as chieftain along with all his wives. It was a tempting offer, but Rashka had spent his shared time with Orc girls to know that they were violent lovers.

"This one had to check for bruises once they were done", he muttered to himself.