Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20181015152958/@comment-26383377-20190211044241

As the group leaves the mansion, theyre met with a scene of absolute bloody carange. Corpses litter the ground, their carcasses torn apart and ripped to shreds. Blood and organs cover the ground, and bloodstained weapons lay scattered on the bloodied soil. The pair would find corpses strewn about in the most unusual of areas, some smashed face-first into the beehives, some -somehow- impaled on the spiked perimeter fence.

Sitting on a small, 3 man pile of corpses was the Nord himself, Throgar. He was covered head to toe in blood, with his tunic almost completely tattered, save for a few rags stretched across his torso and back. His axe had been wedged into the back of one of the corpses laying prone, sticking up. However, it lay a good distance away from Throgar.

He looked up at the group, his arm preoccupied with tying his dwarven arm back onto his torso. It seems it went loose, or perhaps even fell off amidst the fighting.

"Took you long enough."