C469 Who the Hell Are You?

Orri swung his large sword, his breath slightly erratic as his chest heaved. Having lost his favored blade, he had resorted to a makeshift replacement purchased from a roadside blacksmith. Before him lay a myriad of charred skeletons, the remains of Puidorin soldiers who had pursued Sima Rou. As they traveled, the number of pursuers grew, and their skills became increasingly formidable