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As Thalon lie there with the strange man in front of him he heard a loud high pitched yelp as if from a women who had fallen. Once he heard this he thought "oh great, bandits with their prisoner just what we need old and suffering necromancer versus 5 bandits. Ha wonder who will win" Thalon thought with great anger and sarcasm. Thalon believed this was the end of the line for him but he did not fear death for he had faced it many times before. Besides being undead means he technically already died during the ceremony of the undead and was brought back to life although everything would appear the same he was very much different. Thalon just lie there closed his eyes and just took a nap so at least he wouldn't give the bandits the pleasure of torturing him.

Foxxenne looked at him, for the smallest fraction of a second she was surprised before she composed her self and her face became blank and emotionless. "Usually people introduce themselves first." She said sitting back almost casually the chain around her waist hit together, making a sound like small bells hitting together.

Foxxenne looked in the direction of the noise and stood and walked to Thalon. "Well hello poor injured one what can I do for you since you obviously think that I'm more than what I am." She said in a soft sweet voice thick with sarcasm as she knelt by him and began checking over his wounds. Gently feeling for broken bone, or damaged internal organs. "Who are you any ways?" She said, the question meant for both of them. "I'm Foxxenne Diyesa by the way." She added quickly as she paused to look through her bag for things she might need in case his wounds were worse than they truly seemed. "And how did you get these injuries?" She asked Thalon, in a kinder voice this time. She settled her self cross legged on the ground next to him her dress spread neatly around her.

((please explain your wounds to me...like any broken bones, blood, umm... missing limbs/organs... etc...))

She opened her eyes and jerked up with a gasp, looking around her wildly as the rushing thoughts and images filled her head. they were all over- big black crows and ravens, cawing, clawing, battling amongst each other for the spoils. Spoils of flesh and gold and other bright shiny things. One flew close to her and gave an investigative croak, cawing in protest when her Gaff suddenly sliced through the air and cuffed it on the beak, and took off into the air. She closed her eyes and opened then, blinking rapidly in a big to clear the haze over her eyes and tried to get to her feet, wondering why Russel had been so negligent as to let her sleep with her full armor on. And then it hit her.
The ambush, the battle, roaring voices...the shrieking of war horses being pummeled and bludgeoned under those heavy clubs, and the cries of their riders underneath... The bugle sound of defeat as her company was routed...Russel falling of her horse...Oh no Russel! She sank to her knees as it all came rushing back with painful clarity, doubling the aves of pain that surged through her wracked and battered body. "No...No Please no," she whimpered helplessly as her eyes took in the devastation before her; bodies strewn all over the field, some whole, others already dismembered by the carrion eaters and realized...of her company of two hundred...she was the last one left.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Llewella's rage filled scream ran through the field and forest, sending the crows taking to flight with fright.

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Well good you didn't screw up, great job mi lady! yelled thalon with great enthusiasm. Ah.........I feel much much better! Now i must continue on with my journey to the Kingdom of Nightingale so i can perhaps rid the world of this accursed war. Mayhap you come with me mi lady? Tis a trechorous and dangerous journey orcs, trolls, and many other races that have been corrupted by this war including undead, animals, even elves wich have always been the most virtues of all races are turning to the darker side of this war. Now i must head off follow me if you wish but betray me and you and your village, city, kingdom, friends, and family will fall to their death for i mean buissness and i have no time for insolence!

Llewella beat and pound on the earth with her fists, not caring if she shattered the small bones of her hands, that was how deeply grief resonated through her very soul. Why? why was she alive- spared while every other member of her company was gutted and pounded to a bloody pulp? She was the Paladin, their leader for heavensakes, the first person that should have died...all she could remember of the end of the battle was trying to navigate through the chaos, trying to get Russel to the other side so he could act as runner and bring reinforcements...and then her war horse buckled and Russell....the tears fell fast as the picture of her freckled, redheaded squire flashed before her eyes and she got to her feet, charging into the battlefield for any sign of his body. She found him not twenty paces from Juniper, her horse, face down in the blood wet earth. His helmet was askew and there was a thin trail of red seeping from the crown.. "Russel," she hurriedly turned him over and gasped; his face was caved in, leaving only the wet outline of a hoofprint.

Llewella a Dale had seen many a battle in her life time, lost many a friend and comrade to this never ending war but she'd never felt anguish as she did looking at the broken face that just hours ago, belonged to a fresh faced sixteen year old. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry."

Thalon and Deathstar continued down the winding old dirt road in wich many had traveled before. It was around 6 when it was beginning to get dark. Thalon increased his pace continuing to become more aware of his adjacent surroundings. Thalon stopped a moment to equip his new weapon but first he took a quick whiff of the air and laid his hand upon the ground. There was a small party of soldiers on horseback heading their way. Thalon quickly wore the suit and weapon and quickly bolted forward he cut into the woods. He then yelled at Deathstar to get down and stay down in the ditched in wich they were concealed by. Not making a sound they waited until the soldiers pasted they were orcs for years now there had been rumors about an orc invasion they seemed to be working with the trolls if Thalon had heard correctly. Thalon chugged some water and offered it to Deathstar. They would have to spend the night here. Once Deathstar was asleep Thalon crept off to a small hovel and took out a knife he began weeping and wishing for death or pain to come to him, for Thalon blamed himself for everything so during his crying spells he cut him self trashing away at veins, his wrists, and often times his feet for he felt if he could go no were he would be exluded for the world and no more suffering would come to him he world starve, die of thirst, or possibly bleed to death and no one would know nor care so his death would be no pain to anyone and he would once again be at peace. Once Thalon was back to his normal state and the bleeding had ceased he quietly returned to the ditch and fell asleep his nightmares bringing him to peace strange but they brought him joy for some odd unknown reason.