Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140330230839/@comment-11457306-20140417024839

MaxicutTLC wrote: Olaf fought beside Anwen as they carved their way towards the city, Olafs armour was badly scratched and a few arrows decorated it, his hair was matted with blood. He had traded weopans several times though he wielded the Xivalies weopan which remianed crimson with bits of white dust stuck to it. Hes blows remained powerful though he had began to lose speed and his breathing came in quick burst Anwen marveled at Olaf's strength and determination. Whenever she faltered he was there to lend a hand, to beat back the enemy until she could regain her breath. If ever she were to take another mate, she thought, he would be worthy. Once the beast was purged, perhaps...and her oath fulfilled to Stroggvir.