Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-6006054-20131228170430

Nahlgaaf stood in the depths of a nordic crypt, standing next to two men. He did not wear his mask, his robes, or his chainmail. His face and body were unburnt. A tall, armored nord walked slowly into the room. He did not wear a helmet, but his face was a mask of anguish and rage. He took up a position across from the three and drew a massive claymore from his back. Nahlgaaf drew a longsword from his side, as did the two men to his left and right. The floor was slick with oil. The nord charged, striking at them without skill or care for his own saftey. The man to Nahlgaaf's left cut the man across his armored chest, the longsword cutting through steel and flesh with ease. The nord staggered back. Nahlgaaf's compatriot raised his sword to deliver a killing blow. Blood seemed to explode into the air as his arm was severed at the shoulder. Nahlgaaf's friend stepped backwards, weakly trying to staunch the bloodflow. Another blow from the claymore seperated his head from his body. The nord smiled, Nahlgaaf realized they had been decieved. Nahlgaaf's remaining friend attacked the nord, but was disarmed by a blow the the hand which sliced away his index and middle fingers. The nord stabbed him through the heart, withdrew the greatsword, and cleaved across the man's chest, nearly cutting him in two. He turned, and advanced on Nahlgaaf.