HI!
This was the situation:
The party got captured in one of those horrid Hyperborean slaver castles but escaped with barely their lives. Two of the party got separated in the wild & hilly country of Hyperborea, being chased by a pack of witchmen henchmen (pun?), a degenerate Cimmerian mercenary group (by REH's standard's only degenerate mixed-blooded Cimmerians would truck with rangy Hyperborean devils). Running for their very lives, the PCs scaled a cliff & wound up in a dark cave with their backs to the wall & two short swords & no Bossonian bow (one was a native Bossonian) as the only weapons against a well armed & well trained group of bloodthirsty barbarian villains. As they started to bravely but hopelessly fight, a lean & powerful shadow rose from behind the 4 remaining Cimmerians & with mighty & swift blows felled them. The two PCs (both Hyborian, both civilised), stared in awe at the young wolf facing them, & trembled. The youngster was more than 6 feet tall & his corded muscles shone with vibrancy in the twilight of the day, casting them in in gold & silver - the scars of lashings a lesser man would've killed all over his powerful frame. His scrungy black mane revealed two gleaming ice cold eyes, burning with the feral stare of the wild. Now, this was a real Cimmerian. The young man looked at them & then they noticed his manacled hands, their chains broken. He just stood there a spell, picked up one of the dead men's swords, furs & armour & said:
"These weren't Cimmerians you fought, but dead men. Do not try to follow or tonight you'll sleep in hell."
& with a pantherish twist, left the confines of the cave & the two civilised men shuddering & swearing under their soft cultured lips.
I hope that was as cool for me as was for the players to witness.
Auri
Kalko