Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140126020906

(It wouldn't be instant, and it'd be hard to heft a sword like that and stab it into his chest before Marulahk would've cut his throat, but I'll go with it.)

Marulahk's face was rigid for a moment, as he hadn't quite registered that there was a blade in his chest.

"Not... bad... milk-drinker," he uttered, dropping Daithi and pitching forward, trapping the elf underneath his colossal form. The orcs stood in stunned silence for a moment, not sure they believed what they had just seen. Then one orc clapped, then another, and so on until all of them were clapping and jeering, quite pleased with the outcome of the battle.

"Well met, son of Aodhan. Perhaps there is some fight in your bones after all," said Narzhal, voice tinged with amusement. "C'mon, get up. You've got places to be," he offered, shoving Marulahk's corpse off the elf with his foot and offering Daithi a hand.

"Well? You gonna tell us where those nobles were headed, or are we going to have to beat it out of you?" Jack asked, face betraying no emotion, although he was actually quite impressed by Daithi.

"You, Breton, need to learn when to hold your tongue. But I will honor Marulahk's word, even if most of you are complete fools. A caravan of nobles passed this way perhaps five hours ago, headed towards Skyrim. I hope that helps, for you will receive no more help from any of us. Now get lost," Narzhal commanded, already heading towards the gates of the stronghold as his kin filed in to the ruined settlement.

"Well, they're certainly impolite," Jack sniffed. "I suppose we should head for the carriage and see if Anwen's got the cart ready to ride. C'mon, Daithi," he said, already trotting down the road in the direction of the carriage.