Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24438639-20140204025122/@comment-24438639-20140206210738

Stronk tracked them, he was hunting the mercanarys who had wiped out a pack, he was in human form his slender but lean body let him slip through the trees, he held the spear in on hand running through the forest with grace, behind him werewolfs followed. Folowing the scent of their leader, Stronk stopped hearing the conversation, two words marked his interest Werewolf and Cure. He let out a howl as hes human skinned slipped from his body, and fur replaced it.

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Olaf stood in the candlehearth inn, hes massive body drew the atention of many, including the silver hand, but he had a mission that was to help those who were cursed. He drinked down his ale, a map in his pocket hidden within. The map was the one lead he had and he wouldnt lose it. He continued eating hes meal waiting for someone to arrive

(be back later)