Alesia was exhausted, just like the rest of her troops, two battles in a row was a lot to cope with. Suddenly, a thought hit her, was Aldaar, the brave knight she had seen, was he ok? She had to find out.

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The finger nails of the orc sorcerer scrathed the tree as he examined the battlefield, a group of orcs had packed behind him with exhausted and disappointed faces all tough rarely did orcs wish to show such weakness. The idea of launching powerful attacks at the humans had not been a bad idea after all, a more sneakier warfare would have taken forever, but now it seemed that one more blow like this and the humans would fall. Moreg scrathed his chin with a pondering face and then grabbed his staff as he turned to the orcs.

"Back to the fort!"

He commanded the others who gladly began marching back as Moreg glanced at the battlefield. One more massive attack boosted alongside with his own powers and sorcerer bretheren would certainly clear the human scum once and for all.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

"It's good to meet you, Eshtok," Anira said as she began to bandage and take care of his wound, "Though it would have been better to meet under different circumstances."

When she had finished with Eshtok's wound, she rocked back on her heels and allowed herself a moment's rest. It seemed she had been going constantly for days, and aside from that brief rest between the two battles, she really had. All the fighting was exhausting.

She looked back up at Eshtok and managed a small smile. "I saw you during the battle," she told him, "You fought bravely."

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I'm back!

Eshtok smiled back, a bit wryly. "Thank you," he said, "although I'm not a soldier. I'm much better with the bow." he reached behind his back, assuring himself that his weapons were there.

[hey guys, sorry but, I'm gonna drop out of this RP. my charrie isn't involved much, and I'm lacking inspiration.]

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(ok, we'll miss you, bye bye)

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