Ironhide watched as the recently decapitated orc head roll across the dirt road. Was a split second of reveling in the creature's death before his attention bared upon the only remaining threat that was violently engaged with the Komodi. The orc was larger than the other's signifying he held a...
The dwarf was blindsided by the Orc's bull-rush. The kinetic impact upon the unsuspecting Ironhide sent him tumbling backwards, his hand losing grip of his bearded axe and sending it fumbling off into the distance as his back crashed onto the ground. He was slightly winded and dazed form the...
The girl did not need to tell the dwarf twice about the immediate danger of the incoming Orc. With battle honed reflexes Buliwyf would twist about gripping for his bearded axe, dropping his heated knife and bravely squaring off towards the Large howling beast. There was no thought wasted upon...
For a moment, just a fleeting moment, Buliwyf stood there dumbfounded by the nonchalant reaction and reply that came from the Komodi. It was as if this carnage and savagery that surrounded him did not exist, making his overly friendliness inappropriate for this moment in time. These lizard folk...
Buliwyf smelt the smoke first before coming upon the massacre. The dwarf was traveling from Allir back to Belgrath on his own, following the very road this unfortanate caravan of settlers were on. He had known they were a head of him, he could see the fresh tracks of wagons and the footprints of...
Buliwyf Ironhide was mounted on his war boar, Bacon, riding close to the second cart in line. Ironhide was enjoying conversation with the driver of the cart when the humanish stranger appeared on horseback just up the trail a head of Kylie and her uncle.
"What does this man o' a whore race...
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