>>6208222“No one got wounded? That is splendid news!” You nearly shouted to him. You couldn’t believe it.
“We are still going through everything, but it looks like no one got wounded, at least not seriously.” Cromwell said.
“Good, keep up the good work. I think I will take a step back and start looking into how to get all this muck off me.” You told him.
“Very well Prince Alric.” Cromwell said. “We will keep you updated.”
He saluted and left you standing next to the charred corpses.
As the rush of the battle, the laughter and the incredible feeling that comes with it started to disappear, you knew that it was time to take a step back and start to rest. It wouldn’t take long for you to feel completely spent.
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>9>9You had taken a seat on a fallen tree trunk just at the outskirts of the clearing. The Royal Foot Guards had posted pickets around you just in case and their banner told everyone where you were right now.
Slowly you had started to wipe the excess of gore and blood away with a rag you had acquired, but a more thorough cleaning was required for later.
The thing was though that you didn’t feel tired. The previous sudden crash that you have felt just hadn’t come. You felt quite normal in fact. And that got you quite worried. Had the lust of battle, the want to exterminate the gnolls totally, to kill every single one of them make your mind slip? Because you had seen her, just like you did months ago in the corner of your eye.
Your fingernails were still black and as you ran your hands through your hair, you didn’t find horns or anything else out of place, if you just had a mirror…
“Great victory Prince Alric.” Blackmoore said to you as he approached you with a wineskin in his hands.
“Thank you Lord Blackmoore.” You said and stood up.
“I saw it all, the gnolls had no idea what hit them!” He said and thumbed his own chest with his free hand. He was already a bit drunk from the wine. “Those mages of yours… haven’t seen anything like this since the Second War.”
“They are worth every coin I pay them.” You told him and gave him a gentle smile.
“I can see that, but why did you have to kill all the gnolls? I could have used once or two myself…” Blackmoore lamented, but chose to change the subject. “I had something to tell you…”
“But now you don’t remember what exactly?” You asked.
“Precisely… help me a bit would you…” Blackmoore scratched his short beard.
>Something to do with the battle? Why did it go so well?>The Cavalry? They had followed the stragglers and hadn’t returned yet?>Ask him about your eyes, you have a bad suspicion in your head right now.>Maybe what will happen next? Plans for tomorrow? Rest of the campaign?>Taking gnoll prisoners? Was killing all of them a bad thing?>Other, write in.QM: Small updates to the Stats and Socials, nothing major. Rolls were something not yet revealed and Blackmoore.
