Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25597877-20160903225002/@comment-25597877-20161014141929

Eredan is suprised at the effort it takes to find the former inhabitants, he longs for the days when he could be out in the wild tracking orcs. The urban environment is stranger to him, but he makes do. He finds his first one on a street corner, the air is cold, and the street damp with mist. She appears elderly and lays on a pile of old and dirty clothes.

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One woman spits at Ohtar's boots, "The only difference between you and them" she gestures towards the fire, "is who you kill." She walks away before any response can be made.

"Sir Ohtar, the scouts have found something near the southern borders. Perhaps we should investigate after a day of rest."



Yang notices one of them left a full coin pouch, and there is a tavern just to his left. Though the windows he can see a fat man, some guards, a few shady looking folks and a final man, he looks different from the others. He looks like a man forged in battle, not grown on cash.



WIP, I promise I'll have the others up soon