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Nereid watched as Tirion tended to Jerico.

"He is such a great leader," she murmered so that only the other cleric could hear her. Grinning when he went straight back to work, despite Tirion's suggestion, she turned back to the ranger before her.

"Tell me if you feel any pain while I stitch this up, okay?" she asked in her typical motherly tone that she used when talking to the injured. The man nodded and she started to stitch up a gaping wound in his leg. He grimacedm as she noted, but other than that, he made no notion of pain.

Kaome kept at moving the dead bodies to the cart. She piled the clothes and items into two seprate piles, she'll let the general and the cleric to deal with.

Once the bodies had been gathered together on the unlit pyre, Jericho stepped back, bowing his head as he delivered a quiet eulogy for the departed.

"Today, we commission our brothers and sisters to the hereafter; those who raised sword and shield in the defense of our homesteads, farms, and families, without stopping to worry about themselves. A man is defined by the actions he takes in life, a hero is defined by how his acts inspire others; the sacrifices of these brave men and women inspire us to go on, to fight for what they knew, and we still believe, to be the right way in life. We ask that you set places at God's table for us, so that we have a place to dine with you, in heart if not in spirit. Ego trado vos ut memoria, ut vestri phasmatis mos permoveo in ut eternus sileo, tamen vestri informatio quod fides mos se gero in pectus pectoris of victus. May Deus beatus quod servo vos take vos in suus eternus diligo quod intelligendo. Bonus bye, carus amicitia, insquequo nos opportunus iterum. Let us pray."

He fell silent for a few seconds, before slowly bringing his palm up, leveling it at the wagon of corpses. "Purgatio Exustio!" The ball of white flame that shot from his hand struck the cart full on, instantly causing it to erupt into radiant flames. He stood in salute for five minutes, until the wagon had burned so hot that not even ash remained. With the dead consecrated to the gods, Jericho turned and walked away, passing outside of the ring of tents, taking refuge at the base of a tree a quarter mile outside of the camp.

Kali sighed, deciding that it wasnt worth the wait to have her arm bandaged. she took a seat on a hay-bale, noting with numbness the people piling up the bodies of the wounded. from out of the sky ember flapped down, looking at the wound on her arm. she laid her head on the cut and let a few tears fall down. kali smiled as she felt her skin knitting together, becoming nothing more than another thin silver scar.
satisfied her job was done, ember flapped back into the sky. Kali sighed an wandered over to the pyre, where she watched the stand in commander lighting the pyre with magic. she sighed, saluting she place where the cart had stood, then, noting that the commander had left, she also took her leave. she had never had any time for thoughts about death, but in these dark times, it was hard not to.
she wasnt a religious person, but still her mind wandered out of the ordinary frame, into deep, dark thoughts. she continued to wander, lost in thoughts, until she reached the edge of the camp, then noted someone sitting under a tree . she decided that was a pretty good idea, and leant against one just outside the edge of camp, again letting her mind wander.

Dean looks around the area scouting it for any problems that could arise "ya it seems good but the only problem is that many of our fighters are hurt and weary." He looks around the area one last time "but I have to say it is probally going to be the best spot we can get plus it could be fun finnally being on the attack against these guys."

Rena watched as Commander Amos rode off on his horse. She then turned towards Dean and the others and examined the layout in front of them. "If we hide under the ledge, we might be able to hit them with our long range weapons, as the commander suggests, but the distance might be too great from us. I suggest we do that and have our foot soldiers go around and wait, in case we missed anybody. We can then gather back together and scout the area as a group." She paused to gather her thoughts. "Hm.. and the storm will cover all the tracks so if they don't report in, we might be safe if reinforcements show up. Are there any other suggestions?" Rena asked, politely. Rena was anxious to get this all done so that everybody could settle somewhere safe in the mountains; she was feeling exhausted herself from the travel, and the previous battle.

Nereid looked up from her charge to the smell of decaying flesh.

"Ew... you silly thing, why didn't you come sooner?" she asked the man, throwing a quick 'I'm sorry' glance over at Tirion.

"You had better let Tirion look at that, and not complain. You had your chance to come when it wasn't that bad. I honestly can't believe soldiers like you!"

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Kenya watched the wagon of dead bodies burn from the shadow of a nearby tent. Tears stung at the back of her eyes, but she dared not let them fall. She wished there was more she could do to help, but she was a magic user, and a tad frail as a result of being kept away from the front lines. And dark magic was only good for killing anyways, there were no good uses for it. It was times like these she would wonder why she had become a shaman in the first place.

Because your brother was a voice in her head reminded her. She clutched her hands over her ears desperatly, not wanting to be reminded of that...

Flux mewed by her side, and rubbed against her leg, trying to soothe his master. She sighed, shaking her head to clear her thoughts, and smiled softly at him. She then picked him up and slid into the clerics tent to see if there was anything she could do. The healers were over-worked as it was.