Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160102174454/@comment-25418438-20160217114626

Harold Burned-Mane wrote: (Lol, she is older than Carrik. xD)

She shook her head. "Don't talk, save your strength." The healer began to use Heal Other on the wounded crow.

The armored Orc swung down at Alodie, who rolled over and avoided the blow. But as he picked himself up, the grizzled knight was hit again, this time on his side. He coughed up blood and only managed to keep himself standing by grabbing onto the battlements.

The Knights around him couldn't help, they were all busy with their own fights, most of them losing.

"Retreat." Jovron ordered to the men that were seperated along with him. They all retreated into the common building. (Christ how much older is she than JOvron then lol)

"Get me a sword" Carrik uttered as the healing process began. The elf still felt his injuries but at least wasn't about to die thanks to Medora's healing efforts.

(IS the orc stronghold relatively unguarded now?)

"There is the stronghold" Renard whispered to Trenton as they both crouched behind foleage on a clifftop.

"There doesn't look to be too many Orcs, maybe your lot came back and killed them."

"I doubt it, with Commander Gerrick succumbing to his wounds, Sir Alodie would've ordered a full retreat to the Black Fortress".

"So thats how the great Gerrick Direnni met the divines, succumbing to war wounds inflicted by heathen savages."

Trenton got up from his position and drew his claymore.

"What in Aetherius are you planning on doing with that?" Renard asked.

"I'm going to rescue my son, and you're coming too, even with your leg wounded you should be able to kill some of the younglings and women."

Trenton began to descend the hill slope and stealithily proceeded towards the front gate of the stronghold.