The shallow river was dark despite the bright sunlight that gleaned over it. Filled with blood of many different species and their respective corpses it could be argued that this river was made purely of these corpses and their blood, other then the fact that not too far up river it was as clean and clear as if it was never touched by the outside world. The only one still standing was a woman who's armor was dented in multiple places, helmet missing, and spots of blood across her and her armor. She took in her surroundings to see if anyone else was still standing. She was alone on the river's edge. "
Anyone still standing?" She said in hopes someone from her party was still alive. Herself and a small party went to confront a patrol for the Darklord, only to find out that the numbers advantage they thought they had was not true.
Just barely inside the shallow river the last Orc tried to get up, too weak and injured to do much he fell back in the riverbed, face barely above the water. Kathryn grabbed her blade which after combat needed a nice sharpening, but it would still do the job. Then she stopped just at the base of the river, her feet only inches from the dark waters. She knew she could stand in it, but she still wasn't able to go in. What if there was a hole in the water she couldn't see? What if the Orc pulled her down? What if she got stuck and sunk? She looked around for another option, she wasn't going to let this Orc survive this after it had helped kill her allies.
On one of the bodies at the edge of the river was a cheap wooden bow, the body also having a quiver with a few arrows remaining. She walked over to the body, human. The bow was still in decent condition, its user not so much, she didn't recognize him. Though he wasn't apart of the Darklord's army from what she could tell. She sighed and took the bow, only to walk to the river's edge and take aim at the Orc, who was closer to standing this time, only to stop when he noticed the Human warrior taking aim. "
Grab a damn blade, we'll settle this like a real sold-" He didn't get time to finish before the arrow went through his skull, killing him before his head landed face down in the riverbed like so many others here. "
Soldiers just sort of kill each other. No rules, just do what you can to win." Speaking as if he was still alive. Out of the ten or so people who came to fight off the patrol, she was all that remained. By now though, the nearby town should have been evacuated. Everyone here knew that there was little chance of any of them making it out alive, more troops would show up soon. All she could do no was move on and help who ever was next.
She grabbed her scattered gear and replacements for the broken parts and moved on, carrying with her her armor, weapons, and a small backpack holding enough supplies for a single person for a day or so. She would need to stop for more water later when she found another clean source. It didn't take her long to find the remains of another town that had been ransacked and burned down. No way this was from the same patrol, they didn't have the supplies of a ransacked town, and they came from a different direction. No, this was something else. Something that could have been much worse. She was tired, sore, still bruised up, but if this raiding party was still moving then so was she. She proceeded to follow the trails left behind.
