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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dirigible" data-source="post: 1102260" data-attributes="member: 12631">Coel took half a step back, frowning at the pannicking guard. He, Coel, was damn sure no orcs were within ten miles of the camp, of course, and the thought passed though his mind that this boy might be a lunatic.The guard lunged forwards, a clumsy stab which Coel easily parried, his iron longsword grinding from its sheath to turn aside the wooden point. The blade was halfway up towards the other mans head when the guards face changed.The look of startled, agressive idiocy melted to surprised, scared idiocy. The guard lowered the point of the spear hastily, eyeing Coel's sword as it hovered a few inches from his neck."Oh! I'm sorry, and... hey, arent you Coel? The ranger ?" He breathed, giving Coel a slightly awestruck look."What of it?" Coel snarled, sheathing his sword and gesturing to the gate, impatiently."Oh, gosh... they say you've killed two hundred orcs...unnnhh...and you... gnnnnng...I'm Daenil," the guard grunted as he put his burly shoulders to the barracade, rolling it aside.Coel snorted. Nowhere near two hundred, he thought to himself. Not yet.Just as Daenil pushed the gate aside, Coel's ears caught a sound.*Snap* *Crunch* *Muffled words* *Crunch*He turned, at saw five men emerging from the woods. All wore scraps of leather, wool and even a few drabs of mail, the makeshift armour of the refgee camp's defenders. They carried sturdy branches or roots, some studded with nails or knots of leather. The man at their head was harder and meaner looking, his hair roughly cut short, a leather patch riveted over one eye socket, an angry scowl on his face."Daenil!" the leader snarled "You illegitimate spawn of an orc-sow! This is the -last- time your bastard mouth sets everyone to alarm!". Daenil twisted around to stare, slack jawed and looking terrified as the guard sergeant stalked closer."B-but Gornrig..." Daenil sniveledCoel eyed the man briefly. They were of a height, but the newcomer was leaner, harder, made of leathery skin and whipcord muscle. Gornrig spared Coel barely a glance from his good eye, before turning to Daenil, his knotwood cudgel raised."I'm gonna beat some wits into you, dungheap..." Gornrig sneered, his arm tensing...Quick as lightning, Coel pulled the magnificent bow from his back, slid an arrow from his quiver, pulled, and fired....</blockquote>

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