Blood in the old world

*He wanders around looking for Henry*

Borga os claping at the show

he takes another bite before throwing the rest to his bestigors

henry is sparring with emhyr

*He watches*

Borgar: excellent showing

the two show a fantastic fluffy of bladework as they fight, matching eachother near perfectly blow for blow

beastlord: Showing? This is lunch

still fun to watch

he draws one of his axes and takes the woman over his shoulder again
"We march at sundown."
he turns towards his men and yells in black speech
"BURN THE VILLAGE TO THE GROUND! TAKE THE PEOPLE FOR FOOD, AND DESTROY EVERYTHING!"
the horns sound and the many gors, bestigors and ungors roar as one before setting about destroying the place

Vorgar: you heard the beast have fun.
the warband chears and get to burning

the beastlord starts walking away, heading back to their camp with the woman still unconscious over his shoulder
amongst the carnage Vorgar notices a great bray-shamen watching the destruction

Vorgar:l approaches him "nuts?" (offers the sack)

the shamen looks him up and down for a moment before reaching for one

Vorga smiles as the shaman takes some, grabing some for himself

he crunches down on it
"Whome do you serve, human? Blood, Decay, Change or Decadence?"

Vorgar: all of the above

"the path of the everchosen, then. Uncommon, but not unsurprising."

Vorgar: i prefer to please all i can

"Why treck so far south to please then, rather than war with the northern horse-men?" (kislev)

Vorgar: why be with a hord of men seeking favor when i can prove myself

"And you cannot prove yourself againt the horsemen?" he grins "Ignore me, I am inquisitive in nature."

She looks at him with a death stare ."Convince me , how is this suppose to benefit khorn or valkia will it involve the skewering of the Slaaneshi worshippers or the death of those faith enforcing dogs of man?" she says grabbing the messenger by the throat. pulling him closer to her .

Vorga:It no troubble

he looks over to the beast lord with the unconscious slave
"I wonder how long this one will last?"

It will involve the slaughter of bretonnia and the imperial army that was sne to aid them

As she never received an answer from the messenger she grabbed him by the tongue and cut it out using his blood to write to him a letter back ." Bring this to him or die , him not being here himself insults me and shows me he is not worth of an axe of khorn give him this and your tongue!" with that the gaurds threw out the messenger from the camp letting him go his way the letter sealed and nailed to his armor with his tongue on his crotch . she then sits and returns to staring at the head.

OOC she did get an answer azrok
check the post before yours

ooc she will do it anyways for she was insulted he didn't come to see her himself its her way of sending messengers without them betraying her.

OOC: lovely XD

*He raises an eyebrow and continues watching, giving the demigryph a dead rabbit should it pester him*

the sparring continues, it being very even as it goes, but slowly henry starts to gain the upper hand

*He continues to watch, studying their fighting patterns*

Finally Emhyr, thinking he's found an opening, goes to stab at Henry's midriff, only for Henry to sidestep at the last moment before clamping his arm down on his opponent's arm, trapping it between his arm and body before holding his own sword to Emhyr's throat
Emhyr: *sighs* I yield
Henry grins and removes the blade

"Having fun?"

he turns to face him
"yes actually"

"Good"

"It was alright"

"You focus too much on theatrics, and not enough on victory"

*He smirks*
"I guess"

"I'm a Longbowman, I'll leave the stabbing to you"

"What?"

"Magic?"

"What is it?"

"Oh"

he sighs and shakes his head