Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4356155-20131206051655/@comment-25286356-20131206143238

Uther's eyes slowly began to open. His mind gently returning to the land of the awaken. His vision was blurry and it felt like someone had tried to smash his skull with an Orcish Warhammer. He gasped and hastily sat up, franatically searching for his beloved axe, Grognak. Even Dezran became invisible, for a moment--all of his focus devoted to his favourite weapon. His hand finnaly stroke the hilt. In the blink of an eye, the behemot of a man extrapolated his trophy from the water using both hands. After taking a moment to collect his thoughts, he looked around and thought he must have landed into an armory of sorts.

"Dezran... what the... what is this place?"