Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25684606-20180802153703/@comment-7390107-20181105234054

"I know very well how it is to lose a team, brothers, so dont jump your conclusions Son of Dorn. Yet you didnt answered my second question, but that dosen't matter now..."

Said Tyberion as Volprecht turned his back on him.

Looking at the Ciaran, Tyberion took a deep breath before he took of his helmet. Just as his primogenitors Tyberion had white skin, some would say like a ghost, black short hair and eyes blacker and darker then even darkest of nights. A scar running down from middle of his forehead down across his left eye to middle of his cheeks was most noticable, but that was more then a simple scar atleast to Tyberion.

"As you can see Son of Corax i'm more then able to that. As for who i'm hunting, he is an Ork named Gutsmasha,Warboss or atleast that is what we call a high ranking Ork leading a large mob of other Orks. A powerfull and smart one atleast for an Ork, he has eluded my grasp for many years and i have tracked him down here for now..."

Tyberio paused for a moment his pitch black eyes still set on Ciaran. "But there is something more, it seems that all of these years there was something more or someone behinde him, or atleast those are my thought as i've never could prove that or find something that could prove that."

Said Tyberion almost with a relif as he finished his sentence.