Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141123040247

Braum and Lorcan weren't met with a very welcoming sight. Through the divide in the fortress battlements, they could see a massive bonfire roaring in the center of their vision. Even from far away, Braum and Lorcan could feel the heat radiating from the fire. Impaled on wooden pikes surrounding the fire were the charred corpses of deer, boar, and wolves, apparently serving as food for the residents of the stronghold.

At first, Braum and Lorcan couldn't see anything moving around the fire. That is, until something on the other side of the bonfire moved, as if suddenly melting out of the wall behind it, and they could see their foe clearly. A massive ogre, standing well over nine feet tall and armed with a club of stones and wood that stood taller than Conall himself, moved around the other side of the fire and over towards them before it stopped to take a seat on a pile of rubble just barely within their vision. Now that they focused, Braum and Lorcan could see at least three other ogres moving and/or sitting around the bonfire.

"Looks like fun, huh?" Ranwulf noted, voice dripping with sarcasm. "They're called Pale Pass Ogres. Stronger, tougher, and more violent than your standard ogre, probably because of their years living up in the mountains. I'd almost hoped they would have been wiped out by Imperial patrols moving to and from Skyrim, but it looks like that was nothing but false optimism," he frowned. "So here are our options. We can try and get the drop on them, take them out with arrows and spells from a distance and try to keep them as far away from us as we can, or we can just rush them all at once and try to overpower them. Or, we can try to outrun them. Ogres aren't especially fast and we can probably outdistance them until they lose interest. So, what's the vote, folks?"