Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190530225902

(A battalion is about 300-800 soldiers. That group of Orcs would be either a squad or a platoon/troop)

"A group of Orcs..." Randagulf repeated. He agreed with Reeth, that seemed like the right path. While he didn't know these men, he couldn't afford to be cautious towards them. They were racing against time. "Lead the way then kinsmen. We need to hurry before the Orcs seal all tunnels to their stronghold."

"We'll be done with them soon enough." Bakel assured her.

The shaman exited her hut with a few bottles. She approached the chief. "Remove your hand, let me see the wound."

Bakel took his hand off his neck and let her see the red soaked wound.

She quickly opened a bottle and smeared some liquid on his wound.

He gritted his teeth, as the conconction burned him. The first time he had her heal him, he had thought she had poisoned him, but that was one the case. The concoction cleaned the wound and let her close it with another creamy liquid.

"The wound will be closed in a few minutes. Don't strain your neck till then or it might reopen." Murbut said. She was an alchemist, not a priest, so she didn't use magic to heal. Instead she used her potions.

Bakel nodded and dismissed her. He was about to head back to the mines when he noticed a dark columb of smoke to the west of them. He wasn't clever, but he wasn't stupid. He knew what that signal meant. "Malacath take them, they spotted the stronghold."

Kal reached the miner before he could swing his pick into the beam, stopping him from destroying the last support.

The miner tried to get around her to hit the beam, as he knew that it was his only chance.

Jofrodr pulled his sword out of the miner's gut and then finished him off with a strike to his exposed chest.

Elisiv and the other Companions swarmed the last miner, trying to surround him and finish him off.