The fury within

[Sojourn]

Grulok loomed silently over the broken body of his opponent, his Greatsword raised skyward in preperation for the killing strike. The primal fury had subsided, but he could still taste the remnants of bile which had risen with his rage. The Human had foolishly provoked his wrath and now suffered the consequences of such error. The Orcish blood within him smoldered with an inner fire, fueling his already violent temper.

"Tell me Human, why I should not end your life now?" Faintly, almost distantly, he could hear the protest of the man's female companion. Clearly, she hoped her efforts would spare his life.

Grulok slowly lowered his blade and pointed the tip at the Human's throat.

"Killing you would serve no purpose... already you lay broken and defeated at the hands of a superior opponent." The Human slowly began to rise, blood trickling from wounds he had endured.

"I shall allow you to live so you might spread word of your defeat at the Hands of Grulok Spine-Shatter. "When next we meet, perhaps your tongue shall not be so loose."

Sheathing his massive sword, Grulok turned and walked torwards the hills. Behind him, the human muttered words of protest, veiled threats of future retiribution. His words mattered little to the Orcish warrior.

*Please feel free to post responses if you were actively involved in this encounter.*

[Gorri]

*Roman lays in a pool of his own blood quite probably for the hundredth time in his long tenure of military duty and violent infractions. He thinks to himself... *

"First the Orc is too quick to fight without thinking it through, and second the Orc shows some sort of mercy out of vanity... none of these traits will suit a true guardian of the temple of the dead. I must look elsewhere."

*Roman slowly gets up, taunting the Orc in his closing words as his woman companion looks on in surprise. Another sword hewn across his chest and he is STILL not dead. Fate must have something in it for him to complete what he is set out to do.*

*After a couple days have past and Roman is once again able to hunt for prey in the wilds past the Legion camp... he happens upon a Mundusian law man who claims an Orc has complained that he was attacked unprovoked.*

*Roman put's his mouth on 'auto-talk-myself-out-of-this' all the while thinking.... *

"Now I have an Orc AND a law man to settle up with. Retirement is going to be quite busy it seems."

[Gorri]

*Roman lays in a pool of his own blood quite probably for the hundredth time in his long tenure of military duty and violent infractions. He thinks to himself... *

"First the Orc is too quick to fight without thinking it through, and second the Orc shows some sort of mercy out of vanity... none of these traits will suit a true guardian of the temple of the dead. I must look elsewhere."

*Roman slowly gets up, taunting the Orc in his closing words as his woman companion looks on in surprise. Another sword hewn across his chest and he is STILL not dead. Fate must have something in it for him to complete what he is set out to do.*

*After a couple days have past and Roman is once again able to hunt for prey in the wilds past the Legion camp... he happens upon a Mundusian law man who claims an Orc has complained that he was attacked unprovoked.*

*Roman put's his mouth on 'auto-talk-myself-out-of-this' all the while thinking.... *

"Now I have an Orc AND a law man to settle up with. Retirement is going to be quite busy it seems."