[center][h1]Adria Solium[/h1][/center]
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     Adria was able to unleash the book without interruption. Both Rangers and bandits would find themselves taken out of the fight, though the bandits would find themselves out... More permanently, as other Rangers quickly downed them. It was then that another ranger approached her, with two more behind him with the sadly, yet painfully obviously dead kalar in tow. Adria felt a pang of guilt, as she had indirectly started all of this. [color=gray]"My lady, we must depar-"[/color]. The man was stopped short at the sight of something behind Adria. Curious, she looked back behind her, and noticed that the ones she thought were survivors, were what looked like walking dead men. It seemed the Rangers shared her surprise.


     Adria looked back again, they didn't seem very interested in the battle. Though, I suppose the dead wouldn't be very interested. Now that she could see them clearly, she could perceive a pungent stench coming from them, even over the charred body of kalar. Whatever they were, it was doubtful her sound magic would have much of an effect. With the bandits on the retreat, and the dead on the attack, it would seem Adria's helpfulness had run out, and now all she would be is a burden. After a small argument, two of the Rangers began running off the battlefield, the body in tow. [color=gray]"best you go with them my lady."[/color] without looking back, he had one last request for her. Without looking back towards her, he said [color=gray]"Ensure you sing the song of Kalar Splint"[/color]


     Before she could respond, he was already gone. In the short time she had known him, she had already been able to tell that Kalar had been a good and respectable leader, and she would make sure to follow his request. Especially considering that it was just as likely that it would be the first and last time she would ever see him. Adria turned back towards the Rangers ahead of her. They were already a good bit ahead of her, but it wouldn't take her long to catch up. For the most part, the path west seemed clear. And notwithstanding an ambush, they would be out of town quickly. As they left the battlefield, Adria turned back towards the corpse ridden square. Would they all be dead if she hadn't almost gotten herself killed? No doubt the question would haunt Adria eventually, but for right now she needed to get herself out alive. Lest the sacrifices of the fallen Rangers turn out to be in vain.