Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-17045460-20130708200537/@comment-4769264-20130728203831

Kilnas dived out of the downward blow the second Orsimer was bringing upon him with his Daedric War Axe. He held up Fosuun, the name he had given his axe, in defence, but the Orsimer struck Kilnas in the arm, shattering Fosuun, and though most of the blow was blocked by his Stalhrim armour, he was knocked down by its sheer force. Kilnas, with all the strength he could muster, swung the hilt of Fosuun upwards, hitting the Orc in the chin with the hilt and knocking him out cold. The Altmer was no problem; he was downed in three fast punches to the face and nose. Kilnas despaired; his home was all but destroyed, his prize war axe was shattered, and many of his family's relics were in pieces.

Kilnas: You're coming with me, Orcs.

Orsimer 1: I will never bend my knee to a puny Nord!

He then vanished in an odd purple mist.

Kilnas: How about you, Orc?

Orsimer 2: Why should I help you?

Kilnas: This is why.

He kicked the Orc in the gut, and he wheezed. A pair of massive teeth stuck out of his mouth; larger than the usual of an Orc.

Kilnas: Where is Neltrouth? WHERE?!

He kicked the Orc twice more.

Orsimer 2: Okay! Okay! I'll tell you. He is at Ncha-AAGGHHH!

The Orc vanished, as did the first.

Kilnas: Odd. I must tell the others what I've discovered!

He then left to the Retching Netch.