With the best wishes, and a few longing glances, from the townspeople, the heroes set their path back towards the woods. There are a few harsh glances in the direction of Guthfrith and Loke, however, for Guthfrith had become quite a pest to the healers of the village, always moaning and whining about the unfairness of life and the pain and suffering that he was forced to undergo. Even pointing out that much of it was self-inflicted did little to quiet the constant complaints and mutterings from the grumbling martyr.
Loke, on the other hand, had come across as a strange and unusual old creature, switching rapidly from one statement to another, and never quite settled in what he was saying. There were even rumours that he had threatened one old farmer, but so far those were being discounted.
Roy had woken from a feverish, violent dream that morning, imagining himself in the role of a great hero from a long ago battle, one that he could only dimly recall in his waking moments. A wave of soldiers had charged down upon him and his men, only to be broken upon the blades of their axes, a firm line holding fast in the swirling maelstrom of battle.
Vargon awakes that morning, his body and mind focusing inward upon the core of magical energy that resides within each living creature, calling and coaxing it to rise and suffuse his being, filling his flesh with its energy and power. Flames and ice flickers from his fingertips, and he strides out to meet the new day.
Shaedof's reptilian form slithers from the bed, once more the older and weaker form than that emboldened by the strength of the Orc. Grasping his pouch of ritualistic tools, he pats his crossbow and joins his comrades, nostrils already flaring at the thought of fresh orc blood running through his hands.
Together, they follow the broken and beaten track into the woods, the marks of their battles two days ago not swept aside yet by the dew and the rain. Their footsteps sink into the wet ground, thudding quietly as they made their way towards the campsite of the orcs, the last known place that they had found their foes. Perhaps only halfway there, some began to gather ominous feelings.
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