Making our way to the orchards brought me a sense of Déjà vu , but something was different this time. No blossom like when I was younger, No farm in which I would help out in to earn myself a few honest copper, every single last memory was consumed by dusk.
Ramaar: "I used to live here."
Everyone else nodded. Either not wanting to stir up my past or that they had their minds correct for battle.
Ramaar: "Xauru, Almay , take what is left of the orchards. Me and Aleyxia will take the main village. Rezendevus at the barn."
Xauru: "Yes Sir."
Almay smirked but I knew she understood.
Ramaar: "Let's move."
Me and Aleyxia charged into the first house only to find bones of people who once lived here.
Ramaar: "May the light accept them."
Aleyxia nodded. Before leaving. I peered searchingly at her, but then followed.
We charged into the next house, we were welcomed warmly by three worgen shadow casters. Ducking behind several beams of the house to take cover. Wood kept flaking off of the beams as bolts of shadow would collide with them.
Aleyxia hastily drew her crossbow and pierced one worgen through the lungs. I ran across the room and lit up the room with a large amount of holy energy. The worgen were blinded for a moment. The moment was all we needed. Aleyxia had sliced both across their stomachs. Both worgen again seeming as if they were kneeling before us. Only to find it was their last waking moments, clenching their fatal wounds.
Ramaar: "If we are going to do this. Let us do this honorably."
At that exact second I skewered one with my blade in it's chest. I saw Aleyxia do the same. We both watched the two worgen fall to the floor. Then silence.
Ramaar: "Let's go."
Aleyxia nodded.
Shortly after we left the house a larger worgen jumped from atop the roof. Also wearing a red band.
Ramaar: "It's the pack leader!"
Aleyxia: "Taste my steel!"
The pack leader put up a fight, most of our time was consumed by parrying his furious attacks. For a few seconds, he fell still. I saw it's eyes tiring. It fell to the ground. Revealing Almay standing behind it. Throwing arm out. I peered at the newly slayed corpse and took out the knife Almay had thrown. I smirked and handed it back to her.
Xauru hopped over the fence and slashed at a worgen until it fell. It's blood running down every crack on the hill.
I looked around. The walls, the paths, bloodied.
Ramaar: "Come..It's now time to go. We have dealt our blow. Let it be a warning should they wish to attack the citizens again."
The rest of them just nodded before following me down the now bloodied road.
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The new day arose. I walked out of the inn. My armor inside but keeping my sword close by me.
A woman walked by me smiling.
Ramaar: "You look rather cheerful for being in such a dark place."
The Woman: "Why have you not heard? There was an attack on the worgen last night. A few bodies have been spotted by a traveling salesman."
Ramaar: "Well that is good news indeed. I hope it has put an end to their ferocity."
The woman nodded and carried on her own bussiness. I stood alone , smiling.
I set off down the northern road. I looked back at the small village, no celebrations.
A smile upon few's face's but not on all. For I knew even killing one threat, these people were still in danger from the others.
A tale by Ramaar Gregory Flint.
Signed R.G.F.
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