Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-25175520-20150521200045/@comment-24510587-20150629190415

(Time to un-cripple Orkrim.)

Orkrim hovered over the Traveler's Walk. Behind him, Chorrin scowled about having to be present. "Look, I know you're crippled and all, but your chair seems to do the trick," he said. "Why do you need me here?"

Orkrim neared the balcony, and lifted himself out of the chair. "I don't," he responded, "but I like your company." Because he didn't have any way to keep balance, Orkrim was forced to hold on to the balustrade while sitting down on it. "Can I go, then?" Chorrin said. "I have better things to do than chatting with you. I still need to punch Zavala in the groin."

"Calm down for a minute, will you? You can go in a moment. I still need to report to New Monarchy anyway. I just want you to know that how you handled the situation on Europa was very noble. Well... Most of the time, at least."

"Really, Orkrim, you're getting way too sentimental for your own-"

Before Chorrin could finish his sentence, Orkrim let go of the balustrade, and his legless body fell down into the depths below. Chorrin sprinted towards the balustrade, and watched him fall in shock. He stood there for a moment, staring down towards Orkrim's body, which splattered against the cliff surface. Then, someone tapped on his back.

It was Orkrim, still wearing the same ragged, torn robes... But with legs. "What the..." Chorrin began. "What? Have you never seen someone do that before?" Orkrim said. "Now, let's go. I'm going to get me some new robes. I can't walk around here with my bare legs."