Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-37315504-20190714190018/@comment-37629772-20190809103746

A wondering caravan was strolling through a forest's road, trying to make it's way to the next town. When the caravan stopped to make repairs to a busted wheel, a large group consistening of bandits and orcs a like came out of nowhere and surrounded the broken vehicle.

One of the leaders of the crew seemed to be a shock Nomad and the other a High Orc. The gun toting, electric thug shouted to the driver "WE WANT EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!! NOW, HAND IT OVER OR THINGS WILL GET BLOODY!!" Before recieving a judgemental look from the High Orc.

"Babe, what did I tell you about raising your voice?" The High Orc said "It's much more effective if you keep the person you're robbing calm, so they'll understand that the sooner they give the goods, the sooner it'll be over."

"I'm....sorry" The Nomad said, causing a couple bandits to snicker before being quickly told to "Shut it!"

(NEW PROFILE PIC! It's the west virginia cryptid, the mothman!)