Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26236093-20150519165230/@comment-25975584-20150520132535

Speganomad wrote: Ulfar drew his sword and slowly approached the bush all of a sudden a massive white wolf leaped out of the brush tackling him. The wolf moved towards his face then it began to lick it vigorously. Ulfar chuckled "down boy down" it quickly moved off its master and grabbed the meat in its mouth. Ulfar patted him on the head "good boy". Icefang had been the only survivor of his litter the rest were killed in the same storm that devasted his village. He had found him buried under his mothers corpse barely alive he nursed hhim back to health and tamed him the 2 were inseperable. Ulfar has even had special Battle armor made for him by a captured orc smith. One of ulfars men approached "Sir Scouts see a fire to the north west" "dunedain or lossoth" "dunedain" he replied. he stood and shouted lets move out men its raiding time When they arrived, they saw a lone Dunedain, roasting a caribou leg. In a small vale he sat, indifferent to the weather and the Lossoth. In the rocky, weathered hills around him were hidden bowmen, ready to skewer Lossoth if it came to trouble.