Friday, December 14, 2012

ohhhhhh shiny bit of work

    In a small iron cell a tall heavily muscled man is awakening to a rude surprise. Laying there in a pool of his own vomit, he opens his eyes slowly. It takes a moment for his them to adjust to the darkness that surrounds him. Propping him self up on his elbow he looks around trying to piece together what happened the night prior, from what he remembers he puts together that he was at the Drunken Cow, when this new guy comes in looking to pick a fight with an easy target. Unfortunate his hands ended up on Nathan, who normally would have been able to bring this guy to his knees with ease, but a long night of drinking had affected his fighting ability abilities. Staggering backwards into an orc who took great offence to the action, and with that a brawl started, the bounty hunters VS everyone else.The next thing he remembers is cold iron on his face.

1 comment:

  1. Probably not the only thing he remembers on his face.