Re: The Belgica Road in March
Silok the Hunter is struck by several attacks at once, from different directions. The attacks are unbalancing him, and he is growing wearing and frustrated. No longer strongly focused he aims where he can, smashing Brennus away from him like a croquet ball.
Other Humans are still arriving in the temple, excited, afraid, baffled. It’s more than the battle here. Something is causing them to come here…
A half dozen swarm around Brennus, offering assistance. Two boys, both barely into their teens, seem drawn by that sword Brennus dropped.
And there is shouted Orcish curse from the pool area outside. The bodies have been seen. A second later, an Orcs arrives in the temple.
Even before noticing that the lord and master of this place is busy, the Orc reports:
”Lord Silok, they* attack! Mounted men, shooting at our guards on the wall!”
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Now that she’s closer to the Giant, Petra notices something she was told about. The Giant’s amulet. It’s a tiny speck around his neck- the gold chain that supports the pale pinkish stone is itself suspended by a long braided rope. (Yes, the magic of the amulet still works when worn in this way.) But as Petra recalls, the amulet didn’t aid the giant. Instead, it allowed him to absorb some of the damage of his distant allies, damage he could easily accept and recover from. But it gave his allies the appearance of uncanny healing powers- and as Orcs generally don’t concern themselves with healing, this had caught Elves off guard on several occasions.
The damage done to distant allies was normally inconsequential to Silok. After all, a mortal blow to an Orc was a scratch to him.
But now… wounded sorely already....
Somewhere, out there, Burgundian arrows strike Lopdreg, the best archer and watchman Silok had available, the one he kept posted by the main gate. Twice in the past, during raids by Elves, Lopdreg had fallen, then suddenly recovered and went on to fight. And now he did it again.
Silok feels it immediately, understanding exactly what Lopdreg had done. But this was not the time! Cursing, Silok tears the amulet from his neck. The rope snaps, and the amulet skitters across the floor. And Silok has two new holes in flesh, bleeding, as if struck by two invisible arrows.
He is pressing his limit. The Giant, it seems, is going to fall.
Petra manages to use her magic on Heolstor, reviving him.
*They Orcish language, being derived from the Infernal, is the only “mortal” tongue that has no different pronouns for gender, but does have different pronouns for the feelings one has for the person or people being referenced. Thus it’s not really merely “they” but “Those that I have contempt for.”