Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-25547106-20160407180435

Behind the young man, the sounds of sloshing waters could be heard and he could feel the boards on the dock sway and bend beneath some sort of immense weight as behind them, a 9ft. tall man encased in dark, scratched and marred metal armor and a withered waist wrapping crafted from tanned animal pelts clawed his way onto the dock, seemingly ignoring the boat entirely. A Greataxe was slung over his shoulder and strapped to his back; an omenous, anomylous air floating about that axe. With a grumble as he lurched himself free of the sea's salty grasp, the armored being stands tall, staring down at the now painfully awake old man. This being's eye shone a vibrant red-orange and the other was covered by a thick animal-skin eyepatch. Apart from the axe, waist wrap, and a small belt pouch and scroll case, the armored being was inexpliccably without any sort of gear, whatsoever.