Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140125041306

(Now that would be quite the battle. Kjalek would obviously win, given he's a main or at least important character in quite a few RPs, but it would still be quite the fight. Marulahk, my own little orcish version of Thranduil, versus Kenyon/Kjalek, the Nord murderer and bitter enemy of the mage Nahlgaaf. Sounds interesting, don't you think?)

"Necromancers? Seems we have a common foe, then. But you must understand that this is my fight, not some stronghold of Skyrim's," Marulahk argued, eyes searching the two arrivals with a hint of suspicion. Something was amiss, and he knew it. "Tell me, which of the strongholds do you hail from, and of what concern are the necromancers to you? What do you know of their activity in the Dragontails?"

Jack could smell smoke long before he saw the Bone Colossus round a bend in the road, stepping out from behind a jagged rock formation with eyes that glowed with hatred. It let out a bellow and charged towards the orc war party, who shouted a loud war cry and rushed into battle with their weapons drawn. Necromancers who had been hiding in the shadows seemed to materialize out of thin air, and the fight was on. Jack watched with fascination at the bitter exchange of blows, marveling at the brute strength of the orcs. Although they were little more than a self-trained militia, they were doing an extremely good job of staving off the conjurers as well as the bony behemoth that was attempting to ransack their stronghold.