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The party continued onward into the village towards the keep. Occasionally Orchid would miss a step and stumble a little, but kept a strong facade for the others. But he knew he was hurt badly and wasn't sure how long he could keep going. But he couldn't stop now, and he wasn't going to get taken down anytime soon. He only wished he had something to eat because he was really, really hungry. The group ducked into a building to hide from more enemy patrols when they saw a family. They were about to fight when the mother and father recognized the family and they lowered their weapons. Orchid was getting somewhat impatient with all these distractions and knew what needed to be done.

Taking the two scimitars from the dead raiders from before, Orchid stabbed their blade into the ground before the new family. "You come, you fight. Little Lizard attack, fight and run. Or run and fight. Whatever." Orchid rubbed his head where the stone had previous struck him. While it was no longer bleeding, it would certainly leave a new scar. He peeked outside the window to keep watch, wanting everyone to hurry up. He could see the keep from here, but he had a gut feeling that the kobolds were getting ready to siege it.
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The wildlands warrior nodded in silent resolve to the small woman's choice to accumulate the other survivors into their lot. There was no way the man could reasonably leave them here, lest that was their desire then whatever befell them after was not his matter but only their own, but he sincerely doubted in the depths of his fierce heart that they would be so foolish to pass up safety. There was strength in numbers, just the appearance of a larger force might scare off any smaller group of would-be assailants, but thus far fate had it that they moved with enough subtlety to go unnoticed.

Flexing his fingers ever so slightly upon the knocked arrow of his bow, Brannor's continued silent expression seemed to echo the orc-blooded warrior's sentiment; if they were coming, they were taking up arms, be it mere stones or the pillaged weapons the fellow outlander bore. The call to arms against evil was not limited to those that made up the group, no, it was a matter that everyone in Greenest should now pour their conviction into.

Uttering a low response at last, Brannor spoke; "If you are willing to evade these monsters then be just as willing to fight them. Pick up something as a weapon - any will do - and move with us."

The deep, dark verdant of his hood returned forward as he kept his attention on the world beyond, ready to unleash a deadly arrow if the enemy proved to move against them. The will to fight was there but the means were becoming increasingly fewer; the well of power within him, that which ran throughout his veins, was weaker than he had ever known it. He had made rare use of it before, but nothing so severe as the conflict that he and the orcish sort had endured. Both survived well otherwise mortal injures but there existed that point wherein there was only so much one could do, even with his natural gifts...

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The newly met villagers seemed to grasp the situation quite quickly, taking up arms as instructed. The younger folk, excluding the child, chose to take the scimitars, while the older man took the boys sling as his own weapon. The boy looked annoyed as his toy was taken away, but didn't make a sound. Looking at the sling in the old man's hand, it clearly was just a toy... but with some luck it could still prove useful.

"We goin'?" Trear asked and received a few nods from the villagers. She proceeded to peek out of the exit and pulled her head back. "It's clear. Gogogo", she whispered and dashed behind the corner. The keep wasn't that far... with any luck they would be able to reach it without being spotted. With Trear and Brannor in the lead, the group of caravan guards/passengers with the townsfolk in tow moved through the streets, avoiding the occasional encounter with the enemy. These encounters seemed to still be rather spread out... maybe there were only few raiders? Or perhaps they were just spread out massively.

In the end, they made it to the base of the hill where the keep stood. The dragon was still circling above, creating a certain ominous and terrifying feeling that followed when you knew you saw a creature that could simply destroy you if it cared enough to recognise your presence. Luckily enough, the dragon had not turned it's eye towards the people. On the pathway to the keep, a person was going through several bodies, both kobold and humanoid alike. It seemed they were in a hurry, with their movements being quite jerky and rushed, but anything else was hard to tell from this distance.
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With the newcomers armed and everyone ready to leave, Orchid was the first to step outside and lead the group. Now that they were so close to the keep, it was just a matter of clearing a path. "Go fast, go quiet." The group ran ahead towards the keep. Fortunately nothing stood in their way as they mad their dash, but as they grew nearer Orchid did spy someone searching through the bodies of the dead. A looter, or perhaps a villager looking for a keepsake? Orchid didn’t know, but he did put his guard up. He stopped ahead of the group, motioning them to go forward. ”Go. Orchid stay back so no chaser.” While Orchid was mostly watching the stranger looting the bodies, Orchid kept his eyes out for any other foes. Kobold ambushers or other brigands looking to take advantage of the party’s predicament.

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With everyone geared up and ready parum ran out of the building with everyone else. They had no problems reaching the keep, but what worried her was seeing someone looking through all the bodies. "How can someone be looting at a time like this?" Parum asked herself quietly. It wasn't really her business, she supposed, and right now they were too close to let themselves be distracted. Orchid volunteered to stay behind to make sure nothing funny happened but Parum had her doubts about how long he could remain standing. But she wasn't going to stop him; she could only hope he doesn't die trying. "We're getting close now, but let's keep out guard up until we get inside the keep!" Parum said encouragingly.
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Keeping watch on the figure who rifled through the fallen, their presence struck the aspiring knight of the wild world as little more than a scavenger - picking at the bones like any other hungry scrounger. A part of him felt it in ill taste, but what good would these things be now to those already dead? Lest a powerful holy man raised them from the dead and back to the world of the living once more they were unlikely to have need of them. This however, did nothing to keep Brannor from fixing the target within his sights; if he needed to let the shaft fly and its deathly point strike, he was not going to allow it to fail. His fingers flexed gently upon the bow and the arrow drew back ever slightly further.

This place, this city, it all felt of ambush's ilk. There was nowhere to hide, to run, to withdraw to that was truly safe. The smoke and ash concealed movement but these monsters seemed everywhere. They had the advantage of numbers but, owing to the Silver Lady's favor he understood it, lacked the skill and ferocity the survivors and the advancing reclaimers had. They might have won the battle for these winding, clustered streets, but the real war was far from over.

Cities do not just find themselves razed and their populace gathered for the presumed slaughter without the figures of the land taking notice. There would be others, soon, to fight these fiends - Brannor could feel that in his heart, beneath the armor of his chest.

But for now, he set his mark on the potential quarry before him and was ready as ever to fight more powerfully than these creatures could dare.

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As the group got closer, Parum realized that the man was in the middle of the street, looking through piles of dead bodies. She had a feeling it wouldn't be good for their health if they crossed those corpses. Orchid looked like he was about to attack them, but Parum went up to him and stopped him. "No! We don't have time to fight now. What's more important is that we all get to the keep, alive." Parum looked at their growing group. There was no way they could all move stealthy... But they would have to try. Looking around the town Parum guessed there might be a few paths they could take to get around this mysterious person and avoid a possible ambush. Or walk right into one...

"Don't do that Parum, don't doubt yourself now." Taking out her viola and rapier, Parum beckoned the villagers to follow her. "Come with me, but quietly. We're almost there." With Parum herself taking point, she led the survivors off the main road but still heading towards the keeping, moving as fast as they can while maintaining a low profile.



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The party was fortunate enough to not draw any more attention towards themselves from the town left behind them. The hill around the keep was too open for them to avoid the attention of the one person, who reacted as soon as the group had stepped onto the hill. They hastily picked up a shield off the dirt and set it between themselves and the approaching people. Even with the added obstacle, now that they were closer they could see better who the person might be. The person flicked something around their neck and rose up from the ground, dragging one of the bodies up with them. Cuth reacted first, waving his functioning arm before Ashkar and Orchid. "Don't!" he yelled. "Do you see his tabard? They are one of the guard!"

This, in turn, called a response from the presumed guard, who lowered their shield a bit, looked at who was yelling and then relaxed their shield arm fully. "Impeccable timing! They were going to shut the gate completely after this one man rescue mission!" the guard yelled back as they gently set the other person they had previously lifted up back onto the ground, only to throw his shield onto his back and lift them back up again, now using both hands. "Come with me, and we'll get in just fine!" he added as he resumed slowly moving towards the main gate.

At the gate, two more people with heavy crossbows stood guard, letting everyone else inside before them and finally rushing in as the gatekeepers closed, barred and barricaded the gate, all of which was accompanied by a metallic clank from the outside. The barricading resumed on the background as a higher ranking officer checked in the newcomers. "Corporal Shadekoc, this has to be the biggest single person rescue mission haul I've ever seen", they remarked before getting to the serious business: "But let's see what exactly washed in from that hell out there... Ah, the remaining Swift household, wonderful, wonderful... the rest will finally stop bugging the castellan, glad to see you made it alive. Then you... who were you again? Oh wait, got to beee... yes, here. The Raineris. Who did you catch, corporal? ..."

The guards shared a few words, mostly names that spoke nothing to any of the adventurers. It gave them time to take a look around, however. The place had an ample amount of light from multiple sources, mostly oil lanterns with the occasional candle, no torches to be seen. The old keep seemed well kept and the walls around them would likely hold against the assault they had seen thus far. A group of raiders would not likely bother trying to break in. After a moment, the guard captain turned to them. "And that leaves you people. I presume I have you to thank for saving some of our good people, so it would be good to have you in my books. Please. Names and occupations", he requested.
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Patience had once more paid for itself, avoiding a bloody conflict that would have done good to none at all. The lone man was, just as he seemed, quite alone and sorely put into a position of what could have been swift death; the raiders struck in gangs, many of whom were at least capable enough with bows to hit their marks or lucky enough with their stones. It was divine providence these turn of events that the corporal was not only present, but that he was in fact seeking anyone else who had escaped the raid and that by equal fortune, the cadre and their armed escort stayed their armed hands.

Relaxing the string of the aged weapon, the knocked arrow drooping against Brannor's now crimson tinged leather gloves, he exhaled calmly. This was more than he could have hoped for, let alone expected, for both better and worse. Watching the injured Cuth, the outlander was pleased the two seemed so friendly toward one another as unless magic was at play, which it seemed not to be in large short of the power the dragon surely commanded, there was no reason to disbelieve the exchange playing out before him. It was owing to this that the large human stood, revealing himself fully from his shadowed concealment.

He followed without a word, stubbled jaw closed and senses opened.

Piercing the night with the gold that was his vibrant, beastly eyes, the knight-aspirant soon found himself in the lantern lit and candle glow of the tremendous keep's stony walls; the door behind their collective shutting with a deep metallic echo. Men set about reinforcing the barricade, wisely so if the invaders found themselves so bold as to copy their presumed master and descend upon the keep. It was only now the huntsman shouldered the bow, string across his breast and arrow sheathed to its mates in quiver.

Some of the more senior men, as Brannor took it by their wear and the aging that had set in on their figures, exchanged names and words that were of some importance. Whatever they were, he would not know - at least now - for even his previous stay in the now ruined city of Greenest was brief, limited. It still lingered upon the man, the fire of battle having grown cool in his heart now and thought allowing itself to sink in; the wilderness had called him back, seeking, searching - this likely preserved his life whereas he would have undoubtedly perished fighting the overwhelming invaders had he not.

Approaching, having turned both himself and his attention away, the captain of the guard spoke to the group.

"And that leaves you people. I presume I have you to thank for saving some of our good people, so it would be good to have you in my books. Please. Names and occupations."

Perhaps it was defiance in Brannor's untamed spirit that did not wish to entertain this question, but it was his personal honor that kept it in check; if they were to be recognized, even if only as ink upon a page, the young paladin wished for this act of selflessness and defiance to the dark to be recorded. Looking down ever so slightly, he thought for a moment how to introduce himself in a manner most befitting.

"I am Brannor, huntsman and aspirant of the Silver Lady." His tone remained steady as there was no doubt about his claim - his ornate talisman and set of hide, leather and chain draped in a hunter's cloak spoke to this. The build and presence he carried himself with seemed to ward any suspicious as well, be it his golden eyes or his engraved sword.

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A deep orange filled this level of the Keep. Usually a common room used for sparring, the mid-level had been turned into a make-shift infirmary. Accidental and temporary nurses shuffled around between occupied beds and cots. Their aprons were stained and blotted with red, pink, brown, and yellow. Browned red bandages were dunked into buckets with pinkened water. Mops worked the floors around the cots and beds, turning the water a slight yellow. Clicks of heels across the floor and up and down the stairs provided a steady rhythm to which quiet groans followed. The stones of the Keep’s walls made sure to echo the melody in an uneasy manner. The smell of iron and vapor and ash complimented the scene fittingly, if slightly nauseating.

A man sitting still, seemingly meditating or mourning, stood out rather harshly from the rest. One might assume him a monk of some kind, but his stature and ethnicity harshly questioned that assumption. His dark skin was uneven in tone, suggesting mud or dirt had been smeared across his body. The valleys in his musculature were black from the poor lighting. His black hair waved erratically down his shoulder blades. What were once white, cloth wraps twisted around his arms and legs. One wouldn’t be able to tell if the bloodstains were produced by his own flesh. Though he sat on a one-foot stool, his hunched back rose above the approaching dwarf’s head.

“Brother Brightwood,” the “nurse” said, interrupting the man’s meditation. She looked up at him as she continued. “There’s another…”

Ramando had been carrying bodies of those who couldn’t sustain their wounds. When he first arrived, he helped situate his fellow brother, Waladra. His leg was caught under some debris from an unknown explosion. Ramando was there to toss away the large stones and wooden beams. Other brothers offered to help, but they couldn’t be as helpful as a giant, through no fault of their own.

Since the nurses were scarce here, getting a stretcher all the way outside was more trouble than they could afford. The time it would take them to bring one body down, another would expire when they made it back up.

The man responded only by rising to his feet, which seemed to take too long in the opinion of the dwarf. He could have responded in her native tongue,but speaking was unnecessary considering the situation. Ramando simply slung the body over his shoulder and walked quietly down the stairs. Passers-by would understand that there was another fatality when they would see this surprisingly large human carrying down a body. He’d been up and down those stairs almost the entire day. The nurses asked much of him. Cots and bedframes, mattresses and sheets, buckets of water and bandages Ramando had hauled to the make-shift infirmary.

He gently placed the body upon a cart that would transport many other bodies to a location safe enough to provide for them a proper burial. Of course it would simply sit there, exuding a stench that could only cause a rumbling in the dragon's body. Without emotion, Ramando made his way back up the Keep with two large pails of water.

He placed the pails next to a nurse who was desperately attempting to stop excess bleeding. Ramando simply paced away in silence to keep his injured brother company in his unconscious state. The rumors had been true, but none of them expected their Master and leader of this mission to simply abandon them in a time so desperate for them all. Ramando suspected something more than simply abandon, however.

He shifted his head to face a window. The descending sun created a bleeding of colors more beautiful than any human could produce. There was some commotion outside Ramando didn’t expect, however. He rose from his stool and looked down at a group of what seemed to be common villagers. With them were a green man or orc, a paladin, a frail-looking elf, and a Halfling. They clearly were not of this city. He simply made a mental note that more individuals to which would require mending in an already overpopulated infirmary. He took his seat next to his Brother.

“Brother Brightwood,” a young man’s voice called from across the broken instrumental of the room. Ramando recognized it as Brother Dreel, a boy he’d saved in the woods a few days back. Scars had been created across his body, to which Ramando took full responsibility. “I’ll stay with him. Go get some rest.”

The boy was still wary and intimidated by the giant, but after seeing that the man held a compassion deeper than most, Dreel had developed a respect and trust in the fellow monk.

“No, I’m fine,” Ramando roared quietly.

Brother Dreel just sighed and raised his hand to place onto Ramando’s large shoulder. “Come on, at least go get something to eat,” the boy pleaded. “And clean yourself up,” he added with a soft chuckle.

Ramando looked down at his hands and followed them up his arms. He at least needed new wrapping. “I’ll be right back,” Ramando said. The tone of his voice faded into the stone, but it was still comprehensive.

The giant rose, and the base of his chest reached past the boy’s head. Brother Dreel just looked thankfully into the man’s eyes and then took the stool for his own. “Don’t take too long,” the boy teased.

Large yet quite feet stepped down the stairs. It seemed the villagers were being ushered to be assessed while the eclectic band of heroes were being interviewed or recorded. Ramando just paced quietly across the floor, hoping to not attract any attention, which was likely impossible. But he made his way to the back where a bathroom had been set up for soldiers and escorted villagers.

Troughs full of water were placed rather closely to each other. The room was divided by a giant sheet to separate the men and women from seeing each other with inappropriate gazes. Ramando kept to himself as he removed his wraps and monk garb. He folded them neatly onto a chair and walked peacefully over to a trough. Lacking clothing, his body was as impressive as the immodest clothing suggested. He bathed himself quickly, rinsing off all the mud and blood from his body and hair. He clearly had southern ancestry. But there was a fairness in his features that contrasted against the usual features of the Turami. His blue eyes and sleek face, despite being unshaven, hinted toward his Illuskan roots. Through his impressive musculature were prominent bones, signature to those Illuskan roots. His skin was lighter than assumed after the mud was washed from his skin.
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As the nurses bundled about in the infirmary, a figure could be seen making his way out, wiping his hands clean of blood with a damp rag as he gave off a low sigh. The man was a fair deal shorter than most others in the keep, dressed in furred skins with tough leather armor worn over it for protection. Intense green eyes peered out from a furrowed brow as the figure, which could easily be recognize as a dwarf not only by his short stature, but for his impressive beard. It was like a cascade of fire, stretching down to his gut, it's wild tongues spreading out in nearly every direction, some of which had been tamed into short, thick braids that where held in place by wooden charms, Slyvan characters inscribed upon them ancient blessings of protection and peace. The rest of his hair was no less wild, reaching down just past his shoulders in a mess of braids, two of which were thicker than the rest and framed his stern expressions rather nicely. This man was obviously not from the area, nor was he one that looked like he'd been near a town in quite some time. Everything from the way he walked, to the slightly predatory scowl upon his face, even his breathing seemed to suggest he had more in common with beasts then he did other men.

Damn kobolds. . . savage buggers really did a number on the people here. I wonder how many will survive the night- The dwarf thoughts led him to look out of one of the windows nearby that he passed, his eyes focusing on the dark shape flying through the sky like the harbinger of doom it was.That's assuming, however, that any of us survive this situation in the first place. Why that devil hasn't attacked the keep yet, I don't know, but I doubt anyone here is strong enough to fight it off, especially not with all of the kobolds scampering around, waiting for a chance to stab us in our livers when our backs are turned.

The dwarf let out a soft curse in his mother tongue, his voice gruff and raspy from untold years of disuse. Continuing on his way through the Keep, he came upon the main gates, where he saw that a number of villagers had come back from the city, carted along by a moderately interesting group of strangers. One of the guards was speaking to them, asking for introductions and the like. Hurrik quickly turned his attention away from the exchange, instead going back to going about this side of the keep, not looking forward to diving back into the grisly work that was healing. As he walked, he noticed one of the Monks that were scattered about walking off in the direction of what he had been told to be the baths. As the large man made his way off, Hurrik simply watched him off without much of a word, before turning his eyes back to the group at hand. He seemed to ruminate on something for a bit,before letting out a sigh, walking back towards the Infirmary, muttering inaudibly under his breath as he prepared to see if he could make a difference in the balance of life and death today. So far, death was taking a rather large haul with him off into the Ether, and he didn't doubt that it'd only get larger as the situation unfolded.
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With calmer heads coming out on top, the group managed to get to the keep with an extra escort. Once they were inside the halfling couldn't help but drop to her knees and start taking deep breaths. That was the most action-packed and suspenseful thing she's done in her entire life. It was more intense that that one time she ended up in a bar brawl with half the patrons being half-orcs. Fighting kobolds and maybe a few looters weren't too much of a surprise for Parum, she expected it, but having to actually do the deed was harder then it looked. While she was mostly unharmed and still combat ready, she was certain that out of everyone here Parum was the most tired.

The rest of the villagers were being seen to by the guards, and now that Parum's nerves have calmed down she looked around the keep. Fairly impressive for a village like Greenest; certainly worthy of it's title as a keep. It was heavily fortified, well lit, and hopefully well stocked with supplies to last a prolonged siege, if it ever came to that. Certainly nothing a band of marauders like kobolds could break into. But with a dragon above them Parum wasn't sure what the keep's odds were. Soon one of the guards, presumably the guard captain from authoritative presence, asked for their names and occupation. Standing to her feet Parum gave him a bow before speaking.

"My name is Parum, a bard and traveling scholar."
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Orchid was just about ready to hurl his harpoon at the crouched figure when one of the villagers shouted him to stop. Apparently it was the town guard looking through the bodies for some reason or another. One would think that they should have their symbols more easily identifiable, but Orchid wasn't going to raise a fuss right now. He put his harpoon away and just went with the others inside the Keep. He has never actually been inside of a place like this before. More candles than he expected, he had thought to see soldiers line across the wall waiting to be deployed. Though he supposed that since this place was just a village and not a military outpost, most of their fighting men were already out or on the walls.

As Orchid was looking around when the guard captained asked for their name and occupations. "Occu... Pation? What that?" Orchid looked between the guard captain and the others. "Me Orchid. Orchid fight for caravan, caravan find village, caravan come help, so Orchid fight for village." Orchid said with a smile and a nod. Now that his body wasn't pumping adreneline into his veins he was starting to get dizzy. It seemed like his head injuries were starting to get to him now. "Orchid go sit now."
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Trear looked around herself and seeing that everyone else had already had their word, they opened their mouth: "And I am Trear Oakfell, a ranger by trade. Not to brag or anything but I've got fairly extensive knowledge about Kobolds, never liked the little things..." The guard captain raised an eyebrow at the final remark, something that was almost impossible to see from behind his helmet, but jotted all the information down as they had done with the other adventurers prior. Trear did notice this behaviour and didn't like it one bit.

"Hey, what's with the scoffing?" she demanded to know. The guard captain merely shook their head at her outburst, muttered something to themselves and headed off. "I don't think he believed me", Trear added with a sour visage. Little did she know, the guard captain had been quite interested in the fact and would soon tell it to the Governor. In the end, this would lead to her separation from the group... but for now, she stayed around.

The villagers stood around confused, not understanding why the captain had not instructed them where to go next, but corporal Shadekoc saw this oversight and began herding them to the quarters with the exception of Cuth who, they promised, would be led to the infirmary as soon as possible. They had already made their way to the keep without a problem, so they could wait a mere moment as the bigger group was led out of the way right? The same promise was made to the adventurers, they would be back soon if nobody else would be available to lead them there...

"I could have been sure that big monk man was here just a moment ago... well, if you catch him before I'm back they should be able to show the way. Not a part of the guard, that man, but they've been helping like they were", the corporal informed the group before he finally left with the majority of the arrivals, taking a concerned look at the guardsman he had dragged in. "And if you could carry private Slackman with you... that would be appreciated", the corporal added over his shoulder.
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Watching as the man scribed the answers he so sought, there was a lull in conversation for a moment; the captain had done something to garner the elf's attention and she pried with just as much point and forwardness as one of her arrows. The other man proved to shake his head, gathering his tools and ink while heading off again. Perhaps there was some sort of formality that he expected in particular, maybe he was not fond of the ranger or the half orc-blooded warrior, or mayhap it was all born of this city's siege. Regardless of what it was, Brannor could not hold it against him - at least not now. If there was time or opportunity, the huntsman would rather be enjoying a strong mead, ale or even wine and songs strung upon a lute if his bloodied fist could get ahold of it at the moment; everyone present had some issue to contend with and in some shade.

Brannor's eye however, caught sight a dwarf whose trim and dress were thick with primal garb, by no means light statements either. He appeared and disappeared as quickly as he could, busied by some matter and rightfully so given today; the stout man's mantle of furs and hide speaking to the spirit-warrior. It was an odd sense of familiarity, even through the dim light that the powerful human's eyes cut through. There were those who belonged here, some more than others, then those who clearly did not.

What had attracted so many wildmen or soldiers of the wilderness to Greenest? Was it the same calling and draw? Certainly they were all quite different, but all similar be them the huntress with her bow or the savage with his spears and broad blades. At least there existed some sense of union among them in that. Some safety normally forfeit.

"I could have been sure that big monk man was here just a moment ago... well, if you catch him before I'm back they should be able to show the way. Not a part of the guard, that man, but they've been helping like they were. And if you could carry private Slackman with you... that would be appreciated."

Brannor provided a slight nod of his head to the guardsman, looking to his other cohorts and the staggered soldier. To his heart, he felt that the man should be able to see himself to the quarters; he had earned as much to not limp or lag about from his fatigue and sufferings. Owing to this, the man in green cloak drew near the soldier, presenting a gloved palm. Brannor laid it upon him without further word and again small vapors of white essence tugged themselves into reality at his fingers into the point of contact; far more verdant and vibrant emerald at their source, they dissipated into ever whitening wisps and the new light source vanished, the sturdy stone walls turning dimly lit once more.


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Yawning, Orchid could really use a nap right about now. And food. He wished he didn't leave that kobold behind, he could have eaten it. Probably. As he stirred awake Orchid noticed that the others were going off somewhere so Orchid followed after, though as he did follow his nose picked up the fate hint of food. He couldn't quite pin it's location, but he knew it was somewhere. He decided that since the group wasn't in any immediate danger, Orchid could go wonder off on his own and look for something to eat.

He tried to find the source of the smell, but Orchid was having no luck. Even if he followed the scent it just gets lost with blood and the dying, and more often then not he found a corpse instead of food. Orchid might have eaten some questionable things back in the day, but he knows that eating people isn't okay. Usually. As Orchid followed his nose, he eventually arrived to the infirmary. Still no food, though the scent was getting stronger. There were a few beds too, though most o them were filled with people who were hurt, dying, or dead. "Hooo. Many dead. Where food?"
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Hurrik, having just managed to keep a man from bleeding out from a rather savage-looking bite mark on his wrist, was currently taking a moment to rest again, drinking from his waterskin and overall wondering how long he'd be stuck down here playing nurse while the ruler of this place decided on what to do about the real problem. All he felt like he was doing down here was prolonging the inevitable or making the passage as painless as possible, but more than anything, he felt like he was simply keeping himself busy so he didn't have to much time to ponder on how much worse this situation could get.

His pondering was cut short, however, by a rather strange proclamation that cut through the clamor of the dead and dying.

"Hooo. Many dead. Where food?"

Looking towards the direction of the voice, he saw it to be one of those that had brought the group of villagers in. Apparently, whatever the guard had wanted of them was done with and they were set loose upon the keep, and this big lug had come into the Infirmary looking for food, of all things. Hurrik let out a harsh chuckle of amusement, looking towards the Half-orc for a moment, before getting up and walking over.

"Ain't no food here . . . none for those not on the edge of death, that is." Hurrik would state plainly, if gravelly as his throat seemed to fight against letting him speak a word, and was going to end it there when a thought entered his head that he felt a need to answer. "Whose the fool who . *cough* . *cough* . who told you that there would be food down here anyway/

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His hands worked over his body, fogging the clear water with browns and reds. His fingers worked through his hair, forming a braid from front hairline to the ends of the strands. It was thick and coarse, some stray ends sticking out in a rather haphazard manner. He tore a piece of cloth nearby and tied it at the end. It would take much longer to dry like this, but it would remain out of his face and keep from distracting him. The water sloshed when he pushed himself up and reached his feet out of the trough and onto the floor causing the sound of a slap to travel through the open room. A short waterfall was created as he stood in his cleaned state upon the concrete.

The clothes on the chair were scooped by large hands and transported to that same trough with dirtied water. Large hands pushed them down and rung them out in order to force out the stains. A few moment later, they were as clean as they would allow and were slung across a rope stretching the length of the narrow aisle between the wall and the baths. There was a slight draft which would slightly hasten the time for the clothes to dry and stiffen.

Ramando took this time to calm his mind from racing through the streets and burning buildings throughout this fair town. The worry of his fellow brother was enough to churn his head with negativities toward their initial leader. He needed to silence these thoughts. He sat without clothing on a chair. He closed his eyes and opened his awareness to all around him. Focusing on everything: the footsteps heard next to him, in front of him, and above him; faint muffled voice; the smell of humidity in the room; the smell of iron and ash that followed him from the infirmary; the sound of the long sheet twitching from the slight breeze through the room; doors opening and closing; shouts of surprise, disgust; horror; and hope.
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"No fool. No food? Just nose." Orchid pointed towards his nose. This place smelled very strange to him. Like medicine and death, and the only few times Orchid smelled something like that was when passing over recent battlefields. The incense was said to help keep plague and dead spirits in place. The fact that this place smelled the same made Orchid worry a little. He looked towards Hurrik, the dwarvish person. Orchid has not met many dwarves in his lifetime; they typically don't visit the forest. Only those from the caravan and this one right here were the few dwarves Orchid had ever met in person.

"Orchid hungry. Orchid fight in village... Tired, hungry, hurt. Hmm... Orchid go now." Looking around the dead and dying, Orchid could guess that he wasn't the only one who was tired, hungry, and hurt. Perhaps one of the reasons he smelled food here was because it was being brought to those who were on their last legs. A meal to ease their passing, perhaps. The elves did it with their sick (Little did Orchid know the food was poisoned precisely to allow the dying to pass away painlessly), so Orchid figured they do the same here. He walked away with a slight stagger, picking up a relatively clean cloth from a shelf to wipe the blood on his head.

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With their introductions made Parum was at a bit of a lost at what to do. Obviously everyone needs to rest and recover, Orchid and Brannor in particular. Orchid had already walked off to find a place to rest and Brannor went to help some of the wounded with his magic. He must be a paladin to be both martially skilled and to have healing hands. It made Parum self-conscience to remember that her own spells only consist of Fairy Fire and Feather Fall. They were useful spells to help Parum hit her targets or save herself in a pinch, but she lacked any means to heal another. Parum made a mental note that her next spell should be Cure Wounds.

Since things seem safe for now, Parum wanted to go gather some information. When did this attack start, who their enemies are, and if any reinforcements were going to arrive. Parum didn't quite see where the guard captain went but Parum was also certain she could gather information from the other survivors as well. So Parum sheathed her weapons and put her viol away and started asking around about these attacks.

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