Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141124035832

With one ogre down, that left only the foe facing down Ranwulf and Conall. Unfortunately, this ogre was without a doubt much stronger than it's brethere, for it stood over nine feel tall and even thought it was armed with little more than a makeshift club, it still managed to hold them both off for the time being, blocking sword and axe alike.

Kasra was still carrying Veranwen, who looked to be smiling, although no one could imagine why she would be smiling except for maybe the pain was making her a little delirious, away from the battle when suddenly she bumped right into something very solid. She bounced back and landed in the snow, also dumping the wounded Veranwen back onto the ground with a yelp of pain. Kasra looked up to find a ripple in the air that suddenly parted to reveal a tall, dark-skinned man in leather armor dyed multiple shades of gray, who was wearing some kind of strange, circular shoes that kept him from sinking into the snow. A hood obscured many of his features and a cloth covered most of his face save his eyes, which Kasra didn't get a very good chance to look at before she found a sword coming down at her.