Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3507184-20140617035032/@comment-3993996-20140701235520

(Dog of War)

I let out a spew of foul profanities. If only I had a few more seconds, I could've slit the damn necromancers throat, and completed the ritual. I cried out as the Garrlok dug his taloned hands into my twisted back. Turning to meet his face, I started to speak in the thick, guttural tones that one such as him would understand.

"You take me to your leader?" I snarled.

"NO TALK, WE MOVE"

I cursed. Maybe, just maybe, I could get some sort of help in the meantime. I started muttering the familiar incarnations under my breath.