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<blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 3372059" data-attributes="member: 40413">To save a few, I've lost them all.&nbsp; Silas pushes despair away and grabs an archer, shoving him towards the creek.&nbsp; &quot;Archers!&nbsp; To the creek!&nbsp; Pick them off as they swim across.&quot;&nbsp; He looks around for Caramip.&nbsp; Spotting the small woman amidst a swirl of chaos he makes his way to her.&nbsp; &quot;Caramip, I need you to give the men at the creek guidance.&nbsp; Orcs are coming across.&quot;&nbsp; He flashes her a grin.&nbsp; &quot;And once you've taken care of that find a way for the citizens to retreat towards the town square.&nbsp; We'll hold here to buy you time.&quot;Knowing that he's given the woman an impossible task to match his own, he begins to turn away when an orc lauches himself from the top of their hastily-constructed defensive wall and crashes into Silas.&nbsp; The two tumble to the ground and the sudden impact slams Silas' jaw closed on his tongue.&nbsp; Salty blood fills his mouth.&nbsp; An aged spearman thrusts his spear into the orc's throat.&nbsp; Blood spatters across Silas' face.&nbsp; Silas struggles to his feet wiping sweat from his forehead and smearing blood across his face in broad swaths.&nbsp; Amidst a dozen other cuts and bruises his throbbing tongue strikes him as the most ludicrous.&nbsp; Hefting his staff in both hands he turns back to meet the next oncoming orc and begins to laugh...</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GlassEye, post: 3372059, member: 40413"] [i]To save a few, I've lost them all.[/i] Silas pushes despair away and grabs an archer, shoving him towards the creek. [color=orange]"Archers! To the creek! Pick them off as they swim across."[/color] He looks around for Caramip. Spotting the small woman amidst a swirl of chaos he makes his way to her. [color=orange]"Caramip, I need you to give the men at the creek guidance. Orcs are coming across."[/color] He flashes her a grin. [color=orange]"And once you've taken care of that find a way for the citizens to retreat towards the town square. We'll hold here to buy you time."[/color] Knowing that he's given the woman an impossible task to match his own, he begins to turn away when an orc lauches himself from the top of their hastily-constructed defensive wall and crashes into Silas. The two tumble to the ground and the sudden impact slams Silas' jaw closed on his tongue. Salty blood fills his mouth. An aged spearman thrusts his spear into the orc's throat. Blood spatters across Silas' face. Silas struggles to his feet wiping sweat from his forehead and smearing blood across his face in broad swaths. Amidst a dozen other cuts and bruises his throbbing tongue strikes him as the most ludicrous. Hefting his staff in both hands he turns back to meet the next oncoming orc and begins to laugh... [/QUOTE]

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