Fallen Feathers

[Peregrine]

The two men, elf and human, raced down the street together, hurtling over the last remains of fallen debris as their retreat was closed off behind them by the burning fire. From here it was impossible to see what was going on around the city walls, but it was easy enough to guess. The arrows kept falling, streaks of bright green light dropping from the sky with the rain, bright enough for even him to catch glimpses.

Cirdan ran, partially deaf from the screams of people, the crackling of the fire, all of it washed over and muffled by the rain. He relied almost entirely upon the feel of Abel beside him, the young man unknowingly guiding him down the streets. He was completely lost, and had no way to rectify this without stopping to readjust. And this was not the moment to be standing still.

They wound up at the church quite by accident, guided by the tides of people who sought sanctuary in the only building untouched by the fire. Inside it was hot and crowded, all sorts of people pressed into corners, some of them calling out the names of family or friends. So many lives had been lost this evening. Cirdan longed to wander around the room, to share in the grief of the people and do what he could to keep them calm and safe, but instead he slumped against the wall, burrowing his head in his hands. He massaged the tips of his ears lightly with thumb and forefinger, waiting for the ringing to stop.

"Are you alright?" he asked Abel, breathless and concerned.

 

[Apollyon]

Ayakashi halted once outside the temple, he glanced about the chaotic scene; havoc ruled these people and it was easy to see why. Tenebrous colored flamed pierced a moonless night sky. Deflecting several of the projectiles with a keen sense of awareness that allowed him to target the haft rather than glancing the burning tip--he ran fleet footed across the stony terrain. His feet would carry him quickly over the span of several feet to a cowering family of four. His sword having been re-sheathed, he unleashed its exotic curvature upon several in coming arrows--splitting them in twain before re-sheathing his sword yet again.

Ayakashi turned to the group. " Go to the temple there, you will be safe." He told them.

"Thank you! Thank you very much! What is your name?" The patriarch questioned.

"There is no time for names, just go!" Ayakashi demanded. He then rushed of to fend for some one else.

As time would progress, more and more people would flood into the temple's inner sanctum. Courtesy of the unnamed warrior. Though not all would be so fortunate. The arrows spelled certain death for those undisciplined enough to fend for themselves. Those that were, still met an unfortunate end. Yet, even as the temple began to fill with people--mostly women and children as the father's would often shield their family's with their own body's and their ow lives--it was
apparent that this was a slaughter.

Arrows were being spit from the black sky above, pouring down like torrential rain in a downpour. The dark majicks attached to them ate through flesh, wood and stone like a termite infesting a rotting beam, making it brittle to the touch. As such, people were reduced to cinders and ash. However, the blessed sword of the warrior saint repelled the dark forces, and allowed Ayakashi valued strength. His sword glistened like a beacon of light amid the chaos as it weaved and wavered, splitting arrows in halves in mid flight as he ran from on family to the next, directing them towards the temple.​

 

[lynzy]

Tandi had never been one for believing in Gods too much. If they had existed, why did they kill, or let good people die? Too many times she had seen women ravished and left for dead in her travels and men, good men, slaughtered for the few small coins in their purse. No, if Gods existed, she had figured, then they were cruel merciless beings and didn't deserve her worship, love or faith. Tandara was going to have to sit down and rethink the whole thing now.

First though she needed food and water desperately. Using up the energy to Change had depleted her badly, Tandi looked around her for something, anything, to replace that loss. she hated using the Change for that very reason. It may have been considered a gift or blessing among her people back in the day but all that mattered to her now was it was a pain in the ass to pay for its use. If you used it too much or too often without replenishment you could die! Tandara was not ready to die yet, so she did her best not to use the 'gift'.

Grabbing a priest as he scurried by she asked him for the things she needed and he nodded and left to fetch them. Sliding slowly down to the floor against the pillar that had been holding her up Tandi started to feel dizzy and cold, the onset of Change reaction. "Oh this is not good..."

 

[Mundane Monster]

Jegrah was hauling a sobbing and practically useless girl into the church. She thought that perhaps she shouldn't be so hard on the girl. After all, not everyone was so fortunate to know war and battle. If she had not been born an orc, she too might have fallen and been unable to rise.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" The girl was blubbering, while she clung to the she orc.

Grunt. Jegrah didn't really know what to say in times like this, so she just resorted to grunts and hmphs. She spotted a priest dashing into the church, and Jegrah shoved the girl at him. He nodded, looking a bit flustered and left with the girl who had finally awoken her legs.

Spotting someone collapsed against a pillar, Jegraj approached them, kneeling down. She jabbed the black haired girl gently. She didn't seem to be a villager, by the looks of her attire, but still..."Are you alright? Do you require aid?" Jegrah tried to make her voice soft. She didn't have much experience speaking to non female orcs. Those interactions usually involved fighting and blood.

 

[lynzy]

"Are you alright? Do you require aid?" Tandi blinked and looked up at the female orc that was asking the question.

"Food please...water..." She spoke with a fading whisper, Tandara had crossed the line and spent too much for too long, and now she was at the whims of others. Who knew there was going to be a storm of glowing green fire arrows just when she was... oh well, that didn't matter now did it? She had to pick up the pieces or things would fall completely apart, she would require help from others to do so... this time.

 

[Mundane Monster]

Jegrah stood up quickly whipping her head around in search of any water. She couldn't very well leave the church. If she did she'd get struck by an arrow and perish. There was bound to be a source of nourishment in the church however. "I will come back." She said, and ran off to find the priest that she had just shoved the other girl at.
She found him rather quickly considering the fact that the girl was still clinging to him and he was trying his best to extract her from his robes. Jegrah approached them, pushing the girl to the side.
"Food. Water. Do you have it?" She demanded and the priest nodded, running off for a moment before returning with a tin cup filled with clear water, as well as a small piece of bread. Still that was more than the she orc thought they would have. With all of the citizens mashed together in one building, she was surprised there was even any bread or water at all!
She returned to the girl, kneeling beside her. She held the cup out, not quite sure if she needed to feed the warrior or something. She wasn't quite sure she knew how or even wanted to either...

 

[lynzy]

Grabbing the piece of bread, Tandara stuffed the offering into her mouth. It quickly disappeared followed by the water in a single gulp. She asked for more while returning the cup to the orc's hands. After a moment the color slowly started to return to her face and she was able to focus a bit. That was too close a call! She would have to be more careful in the future.

Looking around, Tandara noticed the architecture of the inner... sanctum? She wasn't sure what they called it here. There were carved wood benches and fancy stone carvings of scenes on the walls depicting some story or other, she guessed. Having avoided these places all her life she wasn't sure what she should do or say if the need arose...it was kind of spooky here even with the refugees flooding in.

Tandara was still week and a bit dizzy so she stayed where she was even though the floor was cold slate. What the hell was going on out there? Her mind spun trying to figure things out.

 

[Apollyon]

Ruthgar was probably the only person running towards the arrows, rather than away from them. The excitement of a potential battle causing his Orcish blood to stir awake. It even seem to diffuse his drunken stupor immediately. In reckless abandon, and perhaps a bit of a playful way--Ruth swung his massive axe towards a nearby wall. It lifted up from the ground behind him, several people ducking due to its sheer size--yet that didn't stop him from wielding it like it were a stick or a toy. The weight alone o the weapon was enough to splinter the wooden surface of the wall nearest to him.

Why did he just attack a wall you ask? To make a door of course! Cause no Orc ever walked through the same door twice!

He didn't just hack on, no, not even just twice. The immense axe hacked away several times with the Orcs brute strength creating a cavity that could just then bee shoved out of the way. He pried the axe head out of the wood like it were a chopping axe stuck in a stump. He then lifted up one of those massive feet, reared his leg back and then shot it forwards kicking out the damaged logs that made up the wall itself. He then stepped out into a chaotic scene.

People were running away! Cowards, the lot of them! Oh well, more fun for Ruthgar!

Ruthgar quick ensnared a round table. What normally seated 4 grown men, was being toted like a shield into the fray. Axe. Check. Shield? Check. Need to bash some skulls? Double check. Now all that he needed was for his dame to watch his efforts to woo her. He looked behind himself, and she was no where to be found. Wandering out more into the streets, he spotted her. She was heading towards a strange building.

Ruthgar scratched at his scruff quizzically. Several arrows came in, as if specifically honed on him. Ruthgar lifted the table up high and they bit wood instead of flesh. dropping the table as it burned, he soon went after the dame, something didn't smell right here. When had entered the temple, he was greeted by what seemed half the townsfolk. At first, they though he was culprit behind the attack. After all, he was carrying a massive axe and he did look the part.

Kids started to wail, but he simply stepped over to Tandi and took a knee.

"Hey missy, you okay?" He grunted.​

 

[Mundane Monster]

Jegrah, was about to tell the warrior that their wasn't anymore food, but before she could a massive orc approached them. Jegrah immediately shot up and vacated the area, choosing to go deeper into the church. She hadn't realized that another orc would be in the village. In fact she hadn't even considered it. But she didn't want to be around him, knowing how other orcs could be...cruel. Not that he noticed her really. All of his attention seemed to be focused on the black haired warrior. Perhaps they were lovers? Jegrah decided not to dwell on it and approached the nearest priest. She asked him what she could do to help the villagers and soon she was helping displaced children reunite with those they found comfort in.

 

[lynzy]

Looking up again she found the orc male that had shown interest in her at the tavern. A week smile crossed her lips and she did her best to get to her feet on her own power but wobbled and ended up leaning on his lower arm and hand for a moment, long enough for him to feel her cold clamminess. "I..I'm fine, just a little dizzy yet, is there a little more food yet? Perhaps a dead rat or something..." that last part was said in a whisper that only her orc friend could hear. "I need some meat of some sort." Tandi shrugged apologetically for the request, given the circumstances. Her need for starchy products appeased and liquid somewhat so, meat and its protean was still needed and would drive her to...not so nice actions soon in the name of survival. Tandara hoped it wouldn't come to that.

 

[Apollyon]

Ruthgar's hand was, needless to say, a lot bigger than her own and her pale skin stood out like coal in snow. His greenish gray tones were a stark contrast to her pallid complexion. The notable size difference; her hand being swallowed up in his as he helped her to her shaky feet. It was the difference between a fox's paw and that of a brown bears. Also to that effect, was his overgrown nails which curved like talons and anyone who'd fought an Orc of his standing, knew that they could indeed peel flesh like the rind from an orange.

"I..I'm fine, just a little dizzy yet, is there a little more food yet? Perhaps a dead rat or something..." It was a meager request, but one he was all too willing to oblige."I need some meat of some sort." She seemed reluctant to share the details, nevertheless the big Orc smiled and sat down his massive axe.

"Well, why didn't you say you was hungry! I gots just the thing for ya!" He grunted, and before she could stop him, he plowed through the present company and back out into the fray. He darted across the way and back over to a still burning tavern, kicking a fallen beam out the way with little effort. He sniffed this way and that, smelling rotting flesh. It was from the arrows of course. But then he wafted in a fresh scent. It was from the bear he had used to barter drinks with.

Now there was no sense in lugging that entire thing all the way back. However, he decided to take the best part--the heart. Taking out his dirk, He began stabbing and peeling at the once formidable animal's hide until the ribs gave way. He then plunged his meaty hand into the chest of the bear and tore free its enlarged heart. Blood spilling from the valves as he absentmindedly squeezed.Turning, he made his way for the temple once again. He barged through the doors yet again, and yet again, scared the masses that were hidden inside as he was bloody now.

Stomping his way to the maiden he'd met in the bar, Tandi, he then outstretched his hand and filling it was a bear's heart. Still bloody, still fresh.

"Will this do?" He grunted. He didn't know how to cook it, if that's what she preferred. Ruthgar had always eaten them as plain as it was in his hand. Maybe he'd let it dry and it would be like jerky to him. ​

 

[lynzy]

A look of puzzlement came across the 'young girl's' face as she watched the male orc leave the building. It changed to a look of pure joy upon seeing him enter again with the bloody meat in his hands. She held out her own hands to accept the meat, which turned out to be the heart! One of the most prized pieces of meat in any creature, besides the liver, of course. She wasn't about to ask where it came from.

Upon reception of the food she immediately began to eat it, raw, yes raw. Tandi always preferred her meat raw but usually would amend her needs to accommodate the local custom so as not to 'upset' the 'natives'. In this case she put decorum to the side and just pigged out headless of who was in the room with her.

A priest, the one she had asked for food from first came rushing into the room just in time to see her take her second 'bite'. He gasped and almost dropped the plate of cheese, bread and an old apple, he did loose some of the water from the mug though and it splashed Tandara's thigh alerting her to his presence and bringing a bloody smile to her face as well as a quick swallow of the half chewed flesh and a thank you from her lips. Shakily the priest set the offerings at her side on a now vacant bench.

Actually upon further inspection there were very few people near her and the orc, even the priest mumbled and ran off, "I guess we have this area to ourselves for now." She smiled up at the ...this just wouldn't do, she needed to ask him for his name again. In all the commotion she couldn't remember if he had told her or not. "What is your name kind sir?"

 

[Apollyon]

When Ruthgar had returned, it was clear that he had chosen correctly when she said she wanted 'meat'. As soon as he had handed her the blood visceral portion, she had begun to chow down on the damn thing! This made Ruthgar smile smugly, a woman with a good appetite was always a good thing! That said, the majority of people there weren't Orcs or Changlings for that matter. They didn't understand eating raw meat or how it could even taste better for them, than having it burnt slowly over an open spit. Therefore, without her realizing it, he stood in front of her blocking the view of most.

All went well except the monk who seemed appalled at the fact she was eating a raw heart. All he offered was some bits of bread, cheese and an apple? Damn monk. Hadn't he ever heard of protein?! That's the most important part of a meal! Wait, is it the same for her as it was for him? He was for sure. She wasn't human, that was for certain. But she didn't look like an Orc either. Speaking of Orcs--He could smell the female Orc. She'd been quick to retreat when he had entered.

"I guess we have this area to ourselves for now." Tandi had said to him.

"So it would seem, though I don't think I would mind just it being us." The the Orc mumbled, scratching at his furry cheek. He still very much liked the way she had smelled.

"What is your name kind sir?" She questioned him, she was smiling at him again. And it had its usual effect of making him want to boast.

"I'm Ruthgar! Of the Uthgardt tribe!" He pounded on his massive chest.
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[lynzy]

Fluttering her eyelashes (more because of the blood he spattered about by thumping than to tease him) Tandara grinned at his boastfulness. "Well, Ruthgar Of the Uthgardt tribe, I am Tandara the Traveler and it is a pleasure to meet you!" She then grabbed up the apple and finished it in two quick bites hardly taking time to chew at all. The rest of the food and water disappeared almost as fast. The color had returned to her and she had that familiar spark back in her smile too. Perhaps this man was worth her time after all. Standing on her tip-toes she caressed his face gently and as he leaned into it she kissed his cheek and once again said, "Thank you for your help Ruth, may I call you that?"

 

[Apollyon]

Ruthgar hadn't thought about his blood drenched hand, or how it might spatter blood every which direction with his gorilla-like behavior. Truth be told, he didn't think that far ahead--like, ever. It went along with his simple mindedness that he didn't. That being said, it didn't seem to displease the maiden before him who he'd continuously tried to sway in his favor. Though they had just met, he was a creature of the wilderness, and like most creatures he didn't need to be a lifelong acquaintance to hold favor for some one.

Though that certainly seemed to be the case with most races. No, he was like every other animal. Lured by certain traits that just seemed to be the best suited for him. In this case it was her woodsy scent, a smile that made him feel like he'd collected his greatest trophy yet and amicable nature. Why s he even seemed to be au naturel herself--judging from the way she scarfed the heart of a bear. That was one mighty fine woman in hi book!

"Well, Ruthgar Of the Uthgardt tribe, I am Tandara the Traveler and it is a pleasure to meet you!" She said with glee. Something he took as something she didn't seem to show very often.

"Well met Tandara! You sure do like bear heart! I like them dried like jerky my self." He proclaimed, scratching at his furry cheek not paying no mind to what she was doing, or was planning on doing--though perhaps he should have.

Because what happened next had the Orc flabbergasted and speechless--which was a first for someone who said practically anything that came to mind and wasn't afraid bear it all to the world--literally. The maiden lifted her self up on the balls of her feet, and stroked the scruff of his beard before planting a whimsical peck to his cheek.

"Thank you for your help Ruth, may I call you that?" To that he could only simply nod and touch where she had kissed.​

 

[lynzy]

Tandara chuckled at the desired affect and then proceeded to look at herself, "ukch! This will never do, but I guess we have little choice for now." Meaning the the mess one bear heart caused, although it did taste wonderful! The Changeling couldn't remember the last time she had partook of such a treat.

Traveling all of her life you would think, well, never mind. It's hard to keep track of everything that happens in your life when you have lived past counting years let alone days or simple memories of things like bear meat would give. No, only the near present things did she bother to remember or things of great importance to her, like the sound of her father's laugh or her mother's face as she smiled at Tandi while she made the night's supper. Now those things were important to her and worth remembering.

There was even some memories that she couldn't forget no matter how many bottles of rum she drank. Like the screams her mother made while dying in the fire that consumed everything that she had once loved and cared for. Yeah, those stubborn memories just wouldn't shake loose from her mind, ever.

Right now though she was all in the present! Enjoying a young male's attention although the circumstances were less than wonderful. Now that was always worth remembering! Well, for a while at least. You wouldn't get a straight answer from her on how many suitors she had ever had. That never mattered to her since she always treated each one as the first and most important to her. This one though, big and green and straight forward...this one she doubted she would ever forget, a large smile warmed her bloody face as she stared at him all the better to make sure his likeness stuck in her memories.

There was one thing though, where in the hells did these green fire arrows come from?? THAT one she didn't know or even have a clue about.

 

[Yaoi Master Gavin]

Watching the missiles fall brought with it something somewhat disconcerting to Jarenyth. The steady rate at which they fell either meant that there was a large force outside or that they were being fired by a legion of the untiring undead, possibly both. Either way, he couldn't do this on his own, even with magic. His was a kind for control, not widespread destruction - that had no place in the assassin's business. With the barest hint of a scowl, the elf backed off from the outer walls; killing was good but dying wasn't on his agenda. Under the protection of a shop's awning he had the chance to look around. It seemed like everything that could burn was burning, even the stone it seemed. At the end of the street though was a church that seemed to have been miraculously untouched, a fact that many citizen had noticed themselves, many of them running for the building.

As much as he hated the religious, Jarenyth also saw the sense in taking shelter there; he wasn't going to be burned alive as soon as he entered. Once more he moved, this time heading for the church, darting beneath unlit covering where he could for the minute protection and shelter it granted.

 

[Freedom]

Abel was kind of scared as the two of them ran down the street. He was worried because the fire waas growing and spreading quickly and he was worried that either he or Cirdan would get hurt or worse... He made sure to keep his hold on Cirdan's arm tight and firtm, trying to lead the other by going throught the parts of the road that had the least amount of obstacles in the way. He was sure that Cirdan was having a lot of trouble doing his normal routines for moving around by himself at this moment, so he just hoped they got somewhere safe and quick.

he had no idea that they were headed for the church, he just wanted to get somewhere, anywhere, but where they were. He had practically charged through a mass of people to get himself and Cirdan into the building. He ran over by one of the walls, one of the less crowded places and he let go of cirdan's arm, resting his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath. He looked up at Cirdan when the question was asked. "O-Oh... Y-Yeah... I'm okay. Nothing broken or burnt... How about you? I didn't have too tight of a grip, did I? I'm sorry if I did..." He said tot he other, he really hoped he handn't hurt Cirdan with his monster grip, but he wanted to make sure he didn't fall behind.

 

[Lonewolf888978]

In his study, Kwah quickly slid his armor on, and rushed out the door to help protect the citizens. Already, citizens crowded the church, pushing through the crowd, he stood outside and watched the city. As the green fire began burning it to a crisp. The arrows came to a stop all of a sudden. From the church, he had a clear view of the main gate, including a fairly large group of guards rushing to join the men on the walls, who fired arrows, bolts, and even a few magic users fired balls of fire from torches. The guards also stopped: screams escaping their lips. They tried to scramble down the steps, and away from the wall but it was to late. Hundreds of the undead scrambled over the walls, their numbers never thinning. The group that were rushing to the wall stopped, and were quickly overtaken by the undead. The undead gathered, as if they were waiting for the command to charge. Suddenly the wind stopped. The cries of war seemed to die down quickly. All but a few citizens running to the church moved. The main gate was pounded against once. Twice. And finally a third time. It crashed down, crushing the mixed of the zombies, ghouls and skeletons that stood to close to it. A giant rotting ogre pushed through, a green fire in its eyes.

Pointing its spiked club straight at the church, its eyes seemed to lock onto Kwah. Giving a hellish scream, the ogre charged with the undead in the lead. Yelling above the war cries of the undead Kwah said "BROTHERS, OPEN THE TUNNELS QUICKLY! ANY WARRIOR BRAVE ENOUGH TO FIGHT, JOIN ME IN PROTECTING THE HAWK! IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE GUTS FOR IT, FLEE FROM THIS CHURCH!"
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[Apollyon]

Things were hairy out there. Of course, for Ruth--he liked things chaotic. That's what tribal life was about. Dancing, singing, fucking, fighting--rinse and repeat. Life was simple. He liked simple. Simple was easy. Easy was good. Politics and the laws outside of those of his tribe, were too complicated for him. It was mainly the reason why he avoided cities. That and some two-faced snobbish elf or human trying to look down their nose at an Orc, really didn't help matters much. But taverns were a place he greatly enjoyed, if only for the vulgar indulgences such as drinking the occasional tavern wench. Though no tavern wench was quite as beautiful as the maiden before him now. No matter how buxom they were.

It wasn't entirely her 'assets' that had him infatuated. Though that damn skirt--he'd make a vow to see it relieved of her. He douubted she had anything to be ashamed of. Her creamy smooth complexion was as light as the moons gaze reflected on the waters surface. Save for the blood stains now dressing her cheeks, hands and lips. Almost like it were a shade of lipstick he'd never seen before on a woman like her--yet, he was not complaining in the least. It was quite the opposite. Ruthgar was, as they say, a ranger and a barbarian.

For some, there is only rage. In the ways of their people, in the fury of their passion, in the howl of battle, conflict is all these brutal souls know. Savages, hired muscle, masters of vicious martial techniques, they are not soldiers or professional warriors—they are the battle possessed, creatures of slaughter and spirits of war. Known as barbarians, these warmongers know little of training, preparation, or the rules of warfare; for them, only the moment exists, with the foes that stand before them and the knowledge that the next moment might hold their death. They possess a sixth sense in regard to danger and the endurance to weather all that might entail. These brutal warriors might rise from all walks of life, both civilized and savage, though whole societies embracing such philosophies roam the wild places of the world. Within barbarians storms the primal spirit of battle, and woe to those who face their rage.

Barbarians excel in combat, possessing the martial prowess and fortitude to take on foes seemingly far superior to themselves. With rage granting them boldness and daring beyond that of most other warriors, barbarians charge furiously into battle and ruin all who would stand in their way.

As for the ranger part of him; rangers are those who relish the thrill of the hunt, there are only predators and prey. Be they scouts, trackers, or bounty hunters, rangers share much in common: unique mastery of specialized weapons, skill at stalking even the most elusive game, and the expertise to defeat a wide range of quarries. Knowledgeable, patient, and skilled hunters, these rangers hound man, beast, and monster alike, gaining insight into the way of the predator, skill in varied environments, and ever more lethal martial prowess. While some track man-eating creatures to protect the frontier, others pursue more cunning game—even fugitives among their own people.

Ranger are deft skirmishers, either in melee or at range, capable of skillfully dancing in and out of battle. Their abilities allow them to deal significant harm to specific types of foes, but their skills are valuable against all manner of enemies.

These two natures, drove him to be more instinctual than commonly trained. He went by the way he felt. Not a specific style or way. This went into everything he did--including his affection towards others. While he wouldn't know she was a Changeling, he would sense she was very special. That uniqueness was felt a little more by him than by most. Because he lived in nature, because he communed with the animals and fought for them more than he did against them--believing that he should only kill if he needed to.

And lets face it, most folks would agree that he needs more clothing. Even if he thinks most of the time--he needs less. But it is understanding of animals, that would further enrich their budding relationship.

"ukch! This will never do, but I guess we have little choice for now." She complained. But he wasn't buying it.

"Ah, missy. You gots yourself a healthy appetite, hat's all. No one can fault you for that!" He gave the woman a big toothy grin.

He didn't fault her for it. And if any one did, he'd give them what for!

That's when heard the head monk shouting.

"BROTHERS, OPEN THE TUNNELS QUICKLY! ANY WARRIOR BRAVE ENOUGH TO FIGHT, JOIN ME IN PROTECTING THE HAWK! IF YOU DON'T HAVE THE GUTS FOR IT, FLEE FROM THIS CHURCH!"

"Now that's what I'm talking about!" The Orc roared proudly he then turned to Tandara.

"You go with them through the tunnels--you shouldn't push yourself too hard missy. I'll give them bastards a time they won't soon forget--dead or alive!" Ruth wholeheartedly laughed.

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