Beer and blood flooded the inn when the customers started their "discussion" about alpha-male of the outlaws. In a shady corner a hairy, dark skinned creature raised his cup, sipped the last drop of his wine and looked on his companion. - Lads, it is time for some excercise. He stood up, flinged his cup at the nearest customer's head and roared.
- Ironhand Company fights in the name of Burlogh O'Rohal! And the beastmen joined the fun! (Don't worry, they are posing with weapons but will use only their bare hands. And maybe teeths...)
Calm before the storm
Let the fun begin!
