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Bittnahjold pierced through the Orc archer's light armor and killed him.

Reeth's sparks hit the disarmed Orc warrior and electricuted him to death. He was left an ashy corpse on the ground as his body partially disintegrated.

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Relan was able to pull out the sword from his gut

There didn't seem to be Orc reinforcements coming, though they didn't see the initial attack coming either so it was good to be on alert.

Elisiv examined the wolves, looking for the largest one among them. She easily spotted the alpha and pointed it out to the others.

"Take out the alpha, split up the pack." Elisiv muttered, pointing out the alpha wolf that was eating the corpse and was protected by two other wolves.

"I'll create an opening. Kal, you strike the alpha." She said.

Instead of waiting for a response from the mercenary, Elisiv charged into the pack with her shield and bashed the two wolves protecting the alpha aside to leave the way open to him.

Harald was walking through the Hall of the Dead under the palace, looking at the graves of his ancestors. The further down the newer the graves. The oldest one was Ylgar Ysgramorson as Ysgramor himself was buried elsewhere.

He felt a great deal of pride reading the names on those plaques. "Great men, all of them." He muttered.

Names of great Jarls like Hrólfr the Walker, Rikard the Fearless, Rikarth the Good, Róðgeirr the Magnificent, Vilrekr Longsword, Hróðvaldr Short-Boot, Vílæif the Red, Sigi the Outlaw, Rerir the Avenger, Volsung the Ill-Fated and his grandfather Sigmund. He stopped at the empty space beside his grandfather, where the grave of Sigurd was being prepared.

They had already put the bust with the name plate for Sigurd there, though the ashes had yet to be moved to the grave.

"Jarl Sigurd the Farmer of Clan Word-Bringer, 12th in the line of Ysgramor. 1E 71 - 1E 139" Harald read the plaque. His father looked so much younger in that bust, as it had been made when Sigurd first became Jarl in 1E 88, when he was only 17.

He spent a few minutes looking at his father's bust and reflecting on the man's life. How he spent it doing what he thought was best for Ostmark and its people. Harald then looked over at the empty grave that would one day be his. "What will I do with my life? How can I best help my hold and its people? How can I leave a lasting legacy for my son and his sons after him as Ysgramor has done for us?"

He looked to his father's bust as if the stone could answer him. Unsurprisingly it didn't.