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Tar’Lak shrugs and gestures to The ground next to him. “What do you want human?” Tar’Lak says as he fiddled with his pack taking it off and placing it in front of him. Opening it he rummages through the silver, coin and other trinkets that he was given before his journey and on the way.

Tar’Lak grumbled to himself as he made his way through the camp not really sure where to go. He ended up going to we’re that dwarf cook had set up and heavily sat on the ground before rubbing his scales hands over his snout and sighed in frustration.

Tar’Lak stood still, staring at the spot that Kane occupied. A long string of words came from his mouth almost sounding like a mantra or prayer. Once he finishes he closes his eyes and breaths deep only to let it out in a large sigh. Before turning and walking back to the camp with his tail...

With the undead dealt with for now Tar'Lak continued to prowl around the wagons making sure the undead stayed dead with a stab of his spear. When he saw Red Eye throw up on the ground Tar'Lak just shook his head and continued to move around pillaging and stabbing the fallen undead for all their...

After a while Tar'Lak finishes his work on his spear and puts his knife away as he stands up from his spot and gathers his belongings. He then starts to walk around as he does a low grumble emits from his scaled stomach causing Tar'Lak to pause and look down then shakes his head. He starts to...

Tar’Lak not used to this amount of people walks over to the far edge of the group and sits down in a shaded spot under a tree where he takes out his knife and begins to chip ff pieces of his spear to sharpen the bone tip. Meanwhile as he works he watches the children play.

Tar'Lak took the rifle up to the vantage point he picked out. The rifle felt odd in his scaled hands he would prefer his bow but he had seen the damage the pistol that red eye had done so he might as well try it. placing the end of the rifle in his shoulder like Shimbala told him he looked down...

A savage grin forms on Tar’Lak’s face as he readies his weapons. “It is time to hunt.” He growls as he look for a way to gain a vantage point on top of buildings.

Tar'Lak grunts as he watches Drago defeat the undead creature as he stands slinging his bow and holds his spear at the ready for any other attacks.

Tar'Lak draws another arrow and fires at one of the walking corpses' head. "how long can you keep this magic working." he says as he fires at another undead.

"You put to much faith in you weapon." Tar'Lak says to Red eye before drawing another arrow and shooting for the same shoulder again.

"Tread carefully. It may still be alive." Tar'Lak says as he draws his bow from his back and readies a arrow before aiming for the downed brute's shoulder and letting loss the arrow.

Tar’Lak looked around the area as the elf soldiers attacked and arrested everyone in site. A growl leaps from his throat as he draws his knife and readies his spear. “We make for the gate.” He says as he launches forward in the direction of the gate stabbing and slashing at anyone who gets in...

Tar’Lak follows behind red eye as they leave the building and head for Draco and the rest of the caravan. While the dream he had does worry him he will just wait until later to look back and see what it means.

Tar’Lak Doesn’t gives the human A second glance before walking into Jibril’s room where he lays his gear next to the bed before taking off his shoulder guard laying the skull on the ground. He then crawled onto the bed and drifted off to sleep

Tar'Lak grunts in response as he heads downstairs and gabs his spear before going round to several of the herbs in the store and picks up several for wounds, sickness, and general use and puts them in his bag. He then walks up to the counter and leaves 5 silver coins there for the old elf...

"The fun would have been to see who gain the right to be on top. We shall see what the future holds." Tar'Lak as he walks out the door before looking over his shoulder at Draco. "Where's my spear?" he asks.

Tar'Lak nods to Draco before looking over at the elf. "If you wanted to fuck then you could have asked." he says dismissively before unwrapping Jibril's cloak from his bag and handing it to her.

"Draco forget the bitch and get me out of these chains!" a very agitated Tar'Lak snarls as he struggles in his bindings.

Tar'Lak still held to the stone slab was wide eyed as the scene unfolded in front of him. "What the hell were you thinking! This was not part of the plan!" he growls as he tries to free himself which only made him look like a writhing fish out of water. "If that horny bitch dies were all dead...