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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DrZombie" data-source="post: 1679755" data-attributes="member: 15640">Nate looks at the small town with unblinking eyes. He scans the forest, the road, the sky for signs of the enemy. Gods, Hewik, I hope you make it. He recalls his reluctance at leaving the ambush site, but with none of them able to decently read tracks, there was nothing he could do. I have failed you all. The last nights were restless, thinking, wondering, arguing with himself about wath he might have done to save them . Lisa Gods no, archer, sadolath, oscar, Cromwell, and now Hewik. I am the last one remaining. After a week. A single week.But the thing that burns in his mind, that he tries to avoid, but keeps returning to, like a tongue probing an aching tooth, is the battle rage. Every fight it has been building, an anger so profound, so all-enveloping that it scares him. And last night it broke through and nearly swept him away. His mace felt like a twig in his hand, and he vaguely recalls laughing like a madman at the sight of the crumpled skull of a goblin. Maybe I scared Hewik away... With a deep sigh, Nate snaps out of his recollections, and once again scans the area. Looking around, he realises what the group reminds him of. "C'mon guys" he whispers."No use crouching here like rabbits waiting for the hawk to get them. You know the drill. Ranged weapons ready and head for the town. We'll worry about getting to Dobbel when we're safe. Evrything clear? Let's go." With that he gets up and heads towards the village sling at the ready and scanning the countryside. "C'mon, say in line".</blockquote>

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