Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25597877-20160903225002/@comment-25975584-20160904005148

Hmmm. Let's go, when you want to.

Ohtar trembles with rage, while smiling. The blood that had sprayed from the fallen man's neck, had made his face a blood streaked, animalistic visage. He then shouts, and all around the remaining members of the gang are grim, seasoned knights, armed, and armored in iron.

"No, we are not legends, and yes there are many of us doing this all over Rohan. Now, one question. Drowning, or burning? Choose which way you'd like to die..."