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	A fortnight proceeding Nox's debut as a member of the Black order presented a new voyage. The objective: aid in the expulsion of a nearby orc camp. Prior to this instance, she had only been assigned solo expeditions. The prospect was curious; she had no knowledge of anyone else in the organization.  Half heartedly, she strode through the dusk wood allowing the situation to soak in. The battlemage was to arrive at the designated coordinates by nightfall, though she had fallen late. A tightly fitted glove reveals an envelope bearing the wax sigil of the Black order. Upon inspection, she confirmed the camp before her was indeed the target. To most, the grotesque size and brutish nature of said orcs instilled fear.  Nox however, thought they were merely dirty.

	Regardless, there was nothing she could do on her own. Years of experience gave her the time she needed to test limits and capabilities. With utmost confidence; she could fell a single beast and injure the rest, yet, that would lead to her downfall. Instead, she analyzed the situation. The maven concurred: several archers and all with muscular builds. Close combat for someone as frail as she would be suicide. The assembly persisted directly in the center of a forest clearing. An ambush would be impossible without access to high range attacks. Likewise, she was assured her safety, as the enemy's advancement is easily detectable from her position. Neatly creasing the parchment, ensuring that no edges fray, Nox tucked it deep within her person. 

	As night's chilling winds beckoned, the Fayette daughter remained undaunted.  She knew reinforcements would come eventually. Wind gathered, sweeping hazel locks with lavender and herbs. She was not suitably dressed for the weather, in any case, the cold never bothered her anyways. The woodland's freshness was of its many qualities the mage enjoyed. Through branches bleached blue by the inky sky, Nox could see stars and galaxies far beyond her reach, stained in the rich dark purple hues she found to her liking; and contemplated on poetic subjects such as the vastness of the world in which she lived.  Steeling herself, Nox, hand over heart, waited.
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