Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140112004028/@comment-3293219-20140113170746

Bologra was using a brick wall as a punching bag, cracking the brick work, more and more with every punch. It was cutting his knuckles up, something fierce but he didn't care, the pain made it more fun...

Suddenly one of the guards came over to him, the orc quickly cut it out to avoid trouble.

"Hey!" The guard snapped at him, "what do you think you're doing?"

"Erm..." Bologra turned around, noticing that most of the bricks in the wall now had cracks in them.

"Damned Fighter's guild... don't you people have a training area?"

Fighter's guild?

"Erm... I dunno..."

"Of course not, you're so drunk that you're on a crusade against Cheydinhal's fine architecture!" The guard replied, throwing his arms into the air. This orc stood in his way of going off duty, if he pulled him in, then he would have to spend hours filling out forms and signing paper work. He didn't look wealthy either, so he couldn't pay for the damages, just the fine.

Bologra wasn't paying attention, "go back to the 'Fighter's guild..."

"Urgh... Look, if I take you back to your guild hall, will you promise to stay there and not come back out?" The guard asked impatiently, looking around for his colleagues.

"I promise already, now where's this 'training thingymabob?" Bologra sneered as the guard took him to the guild hall, the orsimer followed along behind him, not being very discrete.