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<blockquote data-quote="Gurdjieff" data-source="post: 140863" data-attributes="member: 2264">With a swift stroke she removes the dust from her faces. The dust, combined with blood, dirt and some other substance Angelika doesn't recognise. The world has changed. Standing between her allies, the members of the Emerald Order, she escaped the explosions. Everywhere, in miles, she sees nothing but pure darkness. The explosions creating a layer of dust in the air, stopping all the sunlight that wants to come through. &quot;We survived. Oerth is safe, for now.&quot; She looks at her army, or the remainings of what used to be it. Many soldiers laying down on the ground, some dead, some hurt, some even still in good condition. &quot;Move people! Save our people!&quot; She leaps to the ground, petting her companion. &quot;You've done well, Adessa. Follow me now, we've got saving to do.&quot; Her winged warhorse follows her over the used-to-be battlefield. Casting curingspells, she aids the wounded. After she has cured as many as possible, she gets on her horse again, getting airborn. &quot;My fellow Oerthians, you have done well. Not only is the red army destroyed, Oerth is saved. Even though a new threat awaits us, we have won this battle. One of the hardest in history. We shall retreat to our base, we shall see who is still alive there. We shall fall back to our families and will rebuild the Emerald Order. People of Oerth, you have been brave. Let us pray for our fallen friends, and leave this battlefield for now. It is still not safe her.&quot;She then folds her hands together, starting her prayer. Below her, her people follow her. The voices of few people who start, gaining strenght in the words Angelika speaks. At the end of the prayer, every single person alive prays with Angelika. Angelika herself looks up to the sky, sheathing her sword. &quot;We return,&quot; she states, as she flies back towards her vesting in the Kron Hills.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Gurdjieff, post: 140863, member: 2264"] With a swift stroke she removes the dust from her faces. The dust, combined with blood, dirt and some other substance Angelika doesn't recognise. The world has changed. Standing between her allies, the members of the Emerald Order, she escaped the explosions. Everywhere, in miles, she sees nothing but pure darkness. The explosions creating a layer of dust in the air, stopping all the sunlight that wants to come through. "We survived. Oerth is safe, for now." She looks at her army, or the remainings of what used to be it. Many soldiers laying down on the ground, some dead, some hurt, some even still in good condition. "Move people! Save our people!" She leaps to the ground, petting her companion. "You've done well, Adessa. Follow me now, we've got saving to do." Her winged warhorse follows her over the used-to-be battlefield. Casting curingspells, she aids the wounded. After she has cured as many as possible, she gets on her horse again, getting airborn. "My fellow Oerthians, you have done well. Not only is the red army destroyed, Oerth is saved. Even though a new threat awaits us, we have won this battle. One of the hardest in history. We shall retreat to our base, we shall see who is still alive there. We shall fall back to our families and will rebuild the Emerald Order. People of Oerth, you have been brave. Let us pray for our fallen friends, and leave this battlefield for now. It is still not safe her." She then folds her hands together, starting her prayer. Below her, her people follow her. The voices of few people who start, gaining strenght in the words Angelika speaks. At the end of the prayer, every single person alive prays with Angelika. Angelika herself looks up to the sky, sheathing her sword. "We return," she states, as she flies back towards her vesting in the Kron Hills. [/QUOTE]

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