Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20180205203006/@comment-27830834-20180214211646

Tarrack, the nails still burning through his cerebrum, gives out a celebratory whoop, drawing his Falax Blades and begins sawing off heads of fallen enemies in hopes of fashioning a bandolier of skulls to mark his victory.

"Aaaah!" He exclaims, mostly to himself. "That was glorious! We fought like Angron at Desh'ea! Yes! Yes!"