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Message: <blockquote data-quote="seasong" data-source="post: 497851" data-attributes="member: 5137">The Battle of Eastpass, pt IVBy the fourth day of cyclical assault, Captain Agina was near the end of her rope. The reinforcements still had not arrived, and she called Greppa to her tent."I'm sending you to Theralis. I need to know where our reinforcements are, and when they will be arriving. Take one of the other scouts with you, and be careful - it may be that there are more orcs keeping our reinforcements."Greppa nodded, then asked, "Why me? There's plenty here who are better runners than me."Agina smiled grimly, "I don't need speed, I need certainty that you will get there and back. You're the sneakiest person I've got, and the least likely to scream your fool head off if you see an orc again."Greppa just grinned unrepentantly, and didn't ask any more questions.-----Athan rested against the base of the ravine, well back from the fighting. He could hear the clash of chitin spearhead on Theralese iron shields, and the grim thunk, thunk of the military machine attempting to grind the orcs into submission. He ignored it, kept his eyes closed, tried to relax aching muscles.It was someone else's turn to fight, right now.Merideth sat down beside him, all the while keeping a wary eye on the battle for soldiers being hauled out to heal. Healing was needed less and less the past two days, as the defenders got in the rhythm of shield up, spear out. The orcs were fresh, but they were wild, chaotic, undisciplined."Hey, you doing okay?"Athan smiled, lips tight, but left his eyes closed."Ah, okay. You just looked, ah, stressed." Merideth stod awkwardly back up, "Let me know if you need anything."Athan fell asleep immediately. In his dreams, drums.to be continued</blockquote>

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