Pathfinder

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Karnog was delightfully supprised at the deceleration, living was not one of his expectations. In fact, Karnog was absolutely sure he was going to die. Picking the last of the Khajiit fur out of his teeth and hefted the dwarven blade, giving praise to its craftsmanship. Not as good as his own, but good enough for what he needed to do.

Turning to the bard, Karnog roughly patted his back and congratulating him on his survival before catching up with the smaller orc.

With a new, friendly tone, Karnog said "You fought well, little orc. I'm Karnog." As he concluded his statement by initiating a friendly orcish fist bump.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

Taking account of how many he ha killed and how many were left he could see, Karnog answered "Two or three, at the most." as he tried to get Khajiit hair out of his mouth.

Thinking of joke, Karnog said "I don't suggest biting the cat people, you'll be coughing up hair balls for awhile." While silently laughing at his own joke. With a moment of calm, Karnog thought what was going to happen since most of the yellow team was dead.

Warhammer 40k: The Sisk Incident

Grav hated these mutants. They were fast, weird, and ugly...just like the cultist on that one planet. Maybe they were cultists? That made Grav mad, how could they just refuse the Emperors call? With that in mind Grav redoubled his efforts and threw Daisy at a mutant, completely crushing it. An exceptionally tall one leaped onto Grav and brought its weapons down, the first shattered on his armor but the second found is's way into the gap between the neck guard and the shoulder and lodged it in their.

With a roar of anger more than pain Grav grabbed the offender and squeezed, causing it to shriek in pain as its bones and organs were acquainted with the crushing force of bionic arms. As he did this, two more tried to sneak up on him and occupied as he was, he didn't see them coming.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

The little spat between the two wasn't all that unexpected for Karnog, they had been talking about it since before the actual fighting had begun.

With a heavy sigh, Karnog said "Come battle kin, we need to get you patched up." Now turning to the dunmer, Karnogs face became grim. "And don't you ever insult Father Malacath in my presence again grey skin." With that Karnog walked away.

King Alaman's Reign

Darrow felt dejected, it was customary to give food to new people in his old home. Maybe it wasn't good enough? He had rushed the process.

Speaking in his native language he talked to Math'Ura. "Mother Bear, these strangers didn't accept the greeting food. Did I make something wrong?"

Thinking for a moment, Math'Ura replied. "No little one, I don't think they understand your intention for you are a turning into a not so little one. They may have thought that you intended to eat it all."

With a huff, Darrow replied "I don't eat that much. with a child like whining tone.

At that moment, the large bird descended with the owner asking friend or foe. Darrow didn't like him that much, while they were fighter he had just been flying around.

Darrow said with a bit of malice "Birdman...no...help. Ask...same."

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

After watching the spectacle with the bard, the damned fool was odd, that much was known. But he tried to protect the small one, so he couldn't be that bad. With a huff, Karnog started to sprint towards the fallen bard. Using his momentum, Karnog slammed the argonian attacking the ward against it, disorienting him and then impaling the altmer from behind, lifting him up almost two feet into the air. Removing the blade was easy and turning around, plunged the sword into the still dazed argonian, killing him instantly.

Walking up to the bard, Karnog offered his hand and said "The gods aren't getting you this day, bard." with a crass smirk.

King Alaman's Reign

Yup, I think what this RP needs a a little dose or people relaxing.

King Alaman's Reign

Darrow had watched the spectacle the mute man had made, just seeing hand motions that made little sense. Scratching at the stubble growing on his chin, Darrow turned to Eldalia and said "What...quiet-man...mean?"

While awaiting an answer, Darrow decided to started to eat one of the dried meats he had taken out for everyone and wet a cloth to begin washing the blood of of his gear.

Warhammer 40k: The Sisk Incident

Grav was having a hard time, several mutants had jumped on him and he couldn't get them off. Their weapons couldn't do much but they were annoying. As he stomped one underfoot he began to hear the interagrator's voice.

"Grav, you okay? How many are there? Respond Grav?" The interagrator ordered.

"Der is one...two...free...OUCH! quit biten ya runts!" Grav yelled over the vox accompanied by the sound of crunching bone and squeals of pain.

Grav started firing Daisy into another group closing in on him as he yelled "Sorry Interagrator, ders just to many to count!"

It was at this point that Grav lost his temper and started to swing around, causing the mutants crawling over him to fly in odd directions. With a deafening bellow, Grav charged into the remaining survivors of his burst of fire, crunching and turning the squiggly things into paste under his boots as he went.

The Elder Scrolls, Unsung Heroes of the Oblivion Crisis.

When the smaller orc ripped out the dagger, an eruption of pain spread out through his body. He would have attacked her had the imperial stopped to bandage the wound. While not perfect, it would have to-wait a second. She has magic. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Karnog accepted the help.

It hurt for a bit, as the magic flowed through him and re-knitted skin and meat. With the spell over with, he was ready to get back into the fight.

With a smirk, Karnog said with his usual bravado "Now...lets show these guys what criminals can really do!"