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[center][h1][color=steelblue]Rothar[/color][/h1][/center]

Rothar looked in disbelief as the town came into view. He had heard that there was an orc warband on the loose, but the thought that they had chosen such a tiny village was a reminder of the cruel war the Dark Lord waged on them all.

He didn't notice the trails in the puddles of blood before Alberich called his attention to them, but when he did he immediately shifted gears to a more methodical and thought out approach, trying to think of anything that they could use to follow the trail left by this necromancer. He didn't have any bright idea, so he just nodded towards Alberich, unsheathing his sword. [color=steelblue]We'll have to follow him, for the sake of this poor town. Let's head on, yeah? I'll lead, you keep an eye out for anything behind us.[/color] They strode right through the town, wihout another word, and followed the trails until hearing faint voices a little ways out of the town. Rothar tapped lightly on Alberich's shoulder and on his ear when he turned around, followed by pointing towards the sounds. He approached silently towards it, hoping to not be noticed. He heard a thunderous boom right besides them, like a lightning had fallen from the sky.

He soon saw the owner of the voices. He saw a couple of men  and a woman. The left man was facing forward, so Rothar could only see his black robe and staff as he walked away. The man on the right was offering help to the woman, who was sitting in the floor, looking frazzled. He could also see the skeletons around the little group, he couldn't count them, but he would have guessed around five. He turned to Alberich and whispered [color=steelblue]Here's the Necromancer, but he's got a lot o' company. We'll have to catch them by surprise if we want to live to tell this tale[/color]. He steeled himself and started walkin again towards the group, trying to sidestep the field of vision of he man or the woman, but it might as well be imposible. He prepared to make a dash for the Necromancer, but kept his cool until literally anyone turned to face them. It would be quite ugly if he had to make a run for it, but he'd give his best.