Karrlandren recovered his weapons first before kneeling next to one of the remaining Orcs.  It was a simple matter, watching Elandris work a moment then he began digging through the brute's pouches and fetishes before coming across a tattoo similiar to what Elandris found on his subject.  Amongst the belongings were all the sorts of knicknacks one might expect of an Orc; bones and 'valuable' objects, and it's armour was little more then a poorly tanned animal hide with bits of scrap metal strapped here and there.  Over all, the ensemble seemed more constricting then protective.<br/><br/>After drawing Elandris' attention to the tattoo, Karrlandren stood and hefted one of the Orc weapons, frowning in vague displeasure at the sheer weight.  The axe was crude and dull, but the weight, coupled with the sheer dimensions of the Orc's biceps, would have been more then enough to chop him in half or shatter bone at least.  Considering the wide swings, the creatures relied on strength more then skill, sheer toughness more then technique.  He would have to think on his own weapons drills on how best to deal with these things en-masse.<br/><br/>He gave the overly heavy axe a few test swings then finally sunk it into the earth without further comment.  Longstep finally drew closer, snorting haughtily at one of the dead Orcs as Karrlandren spent a moment to tuck away his warhammer, "You are not familiar with that marking?"