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: HP = 96/96, PP = 80, EP = 78/100, Signet Ring EP = 15/30, Aes's Ring EP = 10/10, Status = Naked?Aescila: Spent 147/210 EP, 30 EP ring is full, DESPAIR
Akorvick: Grump
Ria: Fine
Angelle: Fine
Anowyn: Still a babby
Roko: Still a cripple
Turoc: Still an asshole
Fight Stats
100 militia, 100 lightly armed levy troops
4 catapults
150 Red Crow Mercenaries, 15 dead, 20 captured
20 golems
VS
220 orcs including; decimated group of clanless, contingent of blue serpent banner archers, remnants of mounted knights with bows, squad of strange berserkers, contingent of red grinning standard orcs, three contingents of black banner elite orcs (Ebon Trident)
2 dragon knights
glowing greater knight (Sengin)
green boar rider
14 mounted archers (12d10 + 4 to hit and 2d8+19 base damage that ignores 5 AV, 12d10 Dodge) Captured
1 shaman Matat, with horsemen behind Ochre, captured
Bahk = caramel (alive)
Mishra (dead)
Mr Impatient = chocolate (alive)
Mook1 = vanilla, memorable through fear (alive)
Mook2 = normal (dead)
Brute Man = extra dense, peppery (alive)
Goon1, smart (dead)
Goon2, dumb, chocolate 2 (alive)
Aes color="red"] copyable hopefully [/color
Melody
Abariel color="purple"][/color
Matat seemed momentarily at a loss, and looked back at Alex in despondent confusion, at least until Alex's words made clear her intent as they surveyed the corpses of the slain orcs. "They... Were not of my tribe..." She looked back to the pile of bodies, grimacing. "Really, I barely knew most of these people... Besides reputation of their clan's ways and... Shared troubles," she continued, before taking in a deep breath of her own, sighing, and then stepping forward to speak.
The shaman's words were in orcish, a tongue that Alex had no grasp of, but they came in the form of a chant. It was similar, in some ways, to what Alex had heard when the group had been giving a funeral dirge for some of their fallen not too long ago... And when it was over, she stepped back again and nodded, staring straight ahead as Alex immolated the orc's bodies. She wouldn't save their souls, which had likely been snared by the greater dragon before her presence had been dispelled, nor would she spare them the indignity of the looting that the Red Crows had already subjected them to, but at least their ashes would pass upon the wind. "Ghhhhnnn... As good a fate as they can be offered at this point," Akorvick grumbled, his wings wrapped around himself as he observed the closing moments of the fire.
Turning to look towards her, Akorvick glared down with a conflicted expression, and then simply said; "I will see you back in Ochre." It was then that he turned, stepped away, spread his wings, and hurled himself into the air, taking off after the caravan of mercenaries and their handful of prisoners. The orcs were being marched in single file, their arms and legs manacled, deprived of their armor and most of their clothes in spite of the cold... When Alex flew overhead not long after, Bahk stared at her as best he could, before she and Matat vanished into the night sky...
Matat herself gave a startled gasp when Alex scooped her up, and had little time to throw her arms around Alex's shoulders before the dragoness was taking off into the sky. "I-is this necessary!?" she asked nervously, glancing down over her shoulder - at the ground very quickly flying by below - before giving a gulp and looking back towards Alex's face. It was likely one of her first times flying... But it most definitely wasn't one of Abariel's first flights.
Alex might have gotten used to her wings, but the angel had been born with hers, and so she was easily able to catch up with and then pass the dragoness as they headed back towards the town, fluttering ahead of Alex and even flying with her back towards the ground, ensuring that Alex wouldn't have to crane her neck uncomfortably for them to talk. "I can't become entangled too heavily in this, but I can at least stay in the area... Do what I can," she called, but then gave a grimace as a glow came over her eyes. What she said next had a degree of weight backed by power that Alex could feel sweeping around her as well, and she continued; "To the South and East of this valley, at the mouth of the Pass of Ghosts in Southern Crolia, a spire of flesh and slime awaits. The Invaders from the stars still have a stronghold there, where new horrors are being crafted. It is for you to go there and end it... Destroy the new creations if you can, before they can spread to harm others. And you must do so... Alone."
The last word was said with readily evident distaste, Abariel clearly not wishing to foist the full responsibility onto Alex, but it seemed that destinty had tied her hands... And so, all that she could do was shake her head and offer an apologetic look.