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-----Whisper quickly knelt down and found he had to be careful. With the rain that was beginning to come down, the roof might become a very slick place to be. Glancing about, he saw no other guards, so raising his hand with the greek oil container, he quickly flung his arm down in order to send the fiery material to the front of the home.
-----As he heard a loud explosive whoosh, Whisper gathered himself up and backed away looking for the tree that would provide an escape from the roof. Within the house, Whisper could detect sounds of shouting and possibly fighting.
-----The Woodelf almost cursed the rain. Although it would help to contain the fire, it would also play some havoc with his archery. Regardless, it was time to move on.
-----Taking care with the slippery roof, Whisper moved back towards the side where the tree had helped him ascend, and gathered himself to make the jump across.
-----Just as Whisper had climbed into the boughs of the tree, another huge blast of lightning hit toward the center of the village. Looking around, the rain appeared to be doing a good job of shielding the Woodelf as he descended. Though he could see only a few hobgoblins in his immediate area, most were shaken and disoriented by the weather.
-----Once on the ground, Whisper easily clung to the shadows which were beginning to deepen. The torches around the homes and buildings had already gone out and it seemed like only a matter of time before even the huge bonfires were affected.
-----The fighting would not be over anytime soon, Sol figures. Taking the opportunity while it presents itself, the Gorian makes a dash for the path, all the while relishing the atmosphere of the storm raging above, as well as the energies derived that seem to feed his very soul. The warrior longs for further battle, but the night was young yet, and the opportunity will strike again.
-----As Sol runs he grips his sword in his hand. Moving forward, he bounds between two tents where he almost runs headlong into an orcish soldier. The orc hefts its weapon and Sol quickly parries it before running the orc through.
-----Hardly slowing down, the Gorian then hacks at a stumbling orc in his way. Its head leaves its body before Sol grabs the headless corpse and shoves it into a trio of humanoids.
-----Continuing his run, he slices at three more orcs who are unaware of the young warrior’s passage. All three fall, but Sol doesn’t hesitate to see what has happened to them.
-----All the while the lightning and thunder in the sky above him seems to intensify and with each strike at an enemy, Sol feels stronger.
-----Finally as the edge of the tents come into view, Sol sees four orcs standing in his way. Suddenly a huge blast of lightning and thunder rents the clouds. Seeing the racing Gorian hurtling toward them, the orcs quickly drop their weapons and run out of the way!
-----Beyond the tent line, Sol sees the river yards away before him. Off to his right, he sees how it winds past a shore illuminated by bonfires and torches. From that location, many orcs appear to be racing toward the camp, perhaps alerted by the rising smoke from the flaming tents. Through the glare, Sol can imagine that he sees the human slaves scattered among the orcs who are still guarding them.
-----The slaves. Mingled with the orcs as they were, Sol's plan changed slightly. Heading forwards quickly, yet not in an obvious attacking charge, the warrior moves himself towards the heart of the bonfires. Before the first of the chaotic humanoids reach him, Sol draws a deep breath into his lungs, before it rushes out again as he bellows out to the gathering ahead.
-----"The hobgoblins have betrayed you, and seek the gold for themselves! Even now they assault Cruesh's tent! You must force them out... the High Priest will not accept failure!"
-----To emphasize his point, the Gorian levels his blade back towards the camp, pointing to the newly burning tents.
-----Many orcs continue to race toward the burning encampment. Even though a large number of the humanoids are still among the human prisoners, most of their number appears to be running toward where the main battle is taking place.
-----For the most part, Sol, at this point, seems to be totally ignored by the orcs. Two things the Gorian notices here: First, the young warrior feels absolutely no pain at all where before he would occasionally wince at the wounds he still carried. It is as if he was now totally healed!
-----Second, the orcs that still guard the humans appear to double their efforts, cracking their whips and yelling cruelly for the humans to continue bringing sludge up from the river.
-----A very quick crude count under the lightning flashes shows about forty orcs guarding a little over one hundred human prisoners.
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