Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26044791-20150314045544/@comment-25975584-20150322022337

The commander says sorry and swiftly breaks down and weeps. He then stands up and marches further into the ruins of osgiliath fire in his eyes and steel in his heart. A group of five snaga rush into his way. He rushes at them and rips four of the five apart with his bare hands. Gore covered and panting, he proceeds to hack the limbs off his last victim and then  smash him into a crumbling wall. He returns to The group grinning and blood drunk; then calmly sits down and offers Thrain some good quality mead he stole from the stewards personal cellars.