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When everything was done and the last orc was dead, she took a look around. There was quite a mess in the tavern. Flipped tables, broken bottles and chairs and last but not least, a bunch of dead orc body's and green blood on the floor. They were the last people alive still in the city. She could sense it, but it didn't surprise her. As a Valkarie, she's been on many battlegrounds and is used to being the only man standing. She sighed and looked to the others. "Is anyone hurt?" She said this, while checking for survivors. If anyone was worthy and had potential, she could resurrect them. If not, she was afraid that it was out of her hands.

Relic looked at his mid region, crimson blood stained his hide armor but it seemed as though the attack missed any vital organs. "Got a bit scraped up I did," Relic said reaching into his bag he found not health potion, "anyone a alk-mist...?" Relic leaned against the bar, he would be fine but sealing the wound now would prevent infection.

Aridot lets out a low sigh and smiles at the others. Hearing Relic's request, he looks at the goliath's wound, then the slash on his own leg. Tapping the tip of his staff, the wooden part sprouts three leaves, the same kind he'd given Toffi earlier. "I don't have alk-mist, but I do have this. It's a painkiller with a couple healing properties," he explains again, offering two forward, one to Relic and one to the Valkyrie.

Relic smiled, this elf wasn't an Alcamist but he did have some Healing spells of some sort, "thanks pointy ears." Relic smacked the elf on the back in thanks eating the leaf!

When Aridot offered Anaria a leaf, she took a step back. "No thank you." She then pulled her shirt a little, revealing that her skin didn't show any sign whatsoever to have been hurt. She pulled it back down. "I regenerate naturally." She smiled politely. "Maybe you should give it to the boy instead. He seems like the type of guy to get himself in trouble a lot." She put her sword back in it's sheath and sat down in one the chairs, that weren't destroyed completely.

Christofer looked around and it was quiet... He wouldn't have wanted to kill the last orch but it seemed like there was no other choices.. Or well, it wasn't him who had killed the orch, but he couldn't help it now..

".... ... What even happened....." he tought aloud and sat down, vincing a bit as the pain from hitting the table was coming back to him

He coughed, rubbing at his back. Anaria had a point. "Ah, yes! Sorry, boy, I'd forgotten." He turned and offered the leaf to the boy, keeping the last one for himself. "Here, would you like another one? Doing alright?"

He looked at the other leaf, unsure how to react to it

".... That thing made me kill the orchs... Are you sure it's a healthy thing?" he asked, remembering that he had only wanted to hinder the creatures, not slay them

".... I'm fine... I just need some rest.." Christofer stated, laying down and curling a bit afterwards.
".. I'll take the leaf if it doesn't help.. Ok?"

"Got heal magic?" Relic asked taking the other leaf healing another hit point. He was still missing about four hit points, and was loosing a bit of blood by the minute although the leaves were making it better.

The magical person of sorts frowned. "It made you...kill them? How odd, I've not come across that reaction before. But alright, you rest." Turning to Relic, he stared at his hands for a moment.

"I've not needed to use healing magic in some time, so I'm a bit rusty. It should help though." He swiped his hands together, and little flecks of light flew, which he gathered up and reached out. "This should close it up."

Relic felt the wound close up and he wiped off the blood from his skin with his hide armor! "Thanks elf man, I owe yah one..."

For a while, she just sat there calmly and observed the conversation between the guys. Then she stood up and looked around, leaning slightly to the left, with a hand on her waist. "Well, gentlemen. What now? Isn't it a good time to ditch? Someone should probably notify someone. And with all these dead orcs.." She poked an orcs head with her foot, while looking at it with no expression whatsoever. "..don't you think there'll be more coming?" She removed her foot from the orcs face and looked at the others with a curious gesture. She walked to the door that had been busted in completely, and glanced out. She didn't see anyone at all and it was deadly silent, but when the orcs didn't hear anything from their fellas, wouldn't they send more? She loved a good fight, but also hated unnecessary fights and stupidity.

Some people had been hiding in the basements of their homes, they began to sob yet silently rejoice at the fact the Heros killed the invaders, 'please stay, the orcs will send more once the find out their brothers are dead...' Relic smiled and nodded, Heros got free ale where he came from.

Aridot shook his hair back and frowned. "That's definitely a likely outcome. Have you any idea why they're targeting this place?" He made a face of disgust and sent a small blue flame into the orc's open mouth. After a moment, the creature disintegrated into ashes, which blew away from the air of the open door.

The towns folk didn't know why the Orcs were running from Black Rock, but they would be targeting this town for the sheer fact that the Orcs that came to conquer were slain. "Relic needs Ale to think," he looked to the waitress who looked at the dead bartender, she then hurried up and got him a cast of ale, a gift which he drank straight from the barrel.

The person of magical sorts sighed. Noticing another barrel of ale, he smiled to the other tall man and motioned his hand toward the barrel, using the same spell from before to bounce it on the air towards himself, where he lifted a water satchel from his belt and filled it with alcohol. He closed the tap and lifted the satchel to his lips, taking a deep swig. "Hm. These townspeople would be left defenseless if we were to leave things as is," he said. "Shall we pay the rest of those orcs a visit?"

Wiping his mouth Relic nodded, "I'll paint my axe green with their blood!"

Christofer wasn't too sure on why they wanted to slay the orchs so badly. Sure they had just appeared almost out of nowhere and started to break things but... Was there a bigger reason behind it? Had something caused them to act that way or what was it all about?

When she hears the voices, she quickly turns to listen. These people need help very badly. They needed to get out of here. Out of this mess. She crosses her arms and thinks. She's kind of used to battlegrounds, so it doesn't really effect her that much. The others seem pretty sure about it, except one. She turns to the boy and slowly walks up to him. "What do you think, brave boy? This is your call. If you wanna tag along, you be more than welcome to." Anaria feels that she can't really go and just drag him with them. It doesn't feel right to do so, without asking. He is probably not so used to blood and battle as they are.

"Ya archer, what say you about killin some Orc savages today?" Relic flicked his axe, spraying blood on the ground before placing the weapon on his back once more.