The aftermath

[Gridish]

A few hours have passed since the battle. Gridish had found his way to Nira and laid down beside her and closed his eyes. It felt like only seconds had passed when he got tapped on his shoulder. A Shadowmoon Village guard that fought by his side earlier, reported in for a patrolling duty. With a somewhat dissapointed sigh Gridish replied " zug'zug, give me a couple minutes and I'll be ready. Gridish kisses Nira on her cheek while he gets out of bed, grabs his gear and heads down stairs, where a goup of guards are ready to go. "Alright orcs, lets give the other patroll group a few minutes to report in, then we'll head out". The guards  check the map to check the route again.

Gridish takes this time to look around. At this time of night, most orcs have found a place to rest. Menders are still checking up on the wounded every 15 minutes, but other then that the village has calmed down. Yet the village still paints a picture of panic and death. The guard tower that has been demolished, the bridges destroyed, the wall opened up but probably the most noticable is the colour of red stained into the ground. Gridish lets out a low grunt and turns his sight to the patrol group that has just returned.


After Gridish has heard out the patrol group's report, he waves his patrol group over and they head out towards the east gate. Guards are already trying to cover up the hole in the wall by barricading it up while another group of guards lay out a temporary manmade bridge for the patrol teams. After the patrol team heads over the bridge, the guards remove the bridge again. Gridish inspects the front he had to cover with his group of orcs earlier that day. Standing where the small barricades where on their first position. He stares down range where the army of fel orcs were standing, with their commander standing in the front lines. " That grin..." One of the shadowmoon patrol orcs looks at Gridish and taps on his shoulder. With the tap on the shoulder and a blink of the eyes, and the battlefield with the army of fel orcs turns into a slaughter fest. The smell of burnt flesh, blood soaked in the soil. Gridish turns around and views the graveyard. Rotting bodyparts of the undead that came from the afterlife, the hole in the wall that the undead created. Gridish shivers and clears his throat. "I've seen enough here orcs. Let's move out."


After patrolling the outskirts of the town, Gridish and the patrollers return to the village. The next patrol squad meets up with them at the tower. The patrol squad peers at Gridish's squad in anticipation of a report, to which Gridish responds " Only if the necromancers that we mowed down return, don't expect to see another battle any time soon. The display of pain and death on the battlefield will scare off the toughest souls in the world." Gridish shakes his head slowly, heads back upstairs and returns to his bed. He kisses Nira again on the cheek, rests his head on the floor and closes his eyes, until the next patrol unit wakes him up.