The forest golem looked down at Corc with a raised brow, shifting his weight to the sound of gently creaking wood. [color=00746b]"Hurt... Corc? Why would Foeldar want to hurt Corc?"[/color] Asked the tree-being, as much to himself as to the orc that stood before him. His voice possessed a certain tinge of disbelief which seemed to be shared with the rest of his face. Perhaps this "Corc" might not prove himself to be any help in answering the questions that Foeldar had. The weight of the darkness around the two of them seemed to have lessened, as the sun's light began to peek up over the horizon.

The big tree man opened his mouth to speak once more when he heard the strangest sound. It's sudden arrival caused him to recoil in surprise, his head swinging back and forth in a fruitless search for the cause. [color=00746b]"Does Corc know what that was? Foeldar has never heard [i]that[/i] before."[/color] Foeldar asked under his breath, unaware of the volume at which his question was asked, and calmly pacing around as he looked in all different directions. A loud crash echoed through the air, followed by another and another, until finally the air filled with the crashing of falling chunks of stone. He could hear the screams of people, but through the nearby gate he could only see blurs of color and movement from around the corners of buildings. Foeldar extended his roots into the ground, exhaling not-so-quietly in response to the uncomfortable feeling caused by the process, closing his eyes to focus on what he could feel. The sounds of calamity faded into background noise, and then into nothingness.

Foeldar was met immediately with a complete and utter sensory overload. Vibrations had swallowed the town whole, from what he believed was to be both the panicked villagers and the attackers that broke through the wall. His body started convulsing as his mind was being overtaken by a sharp pain, one which he also felt to a much lesser extent in his roots. He drew his roots back out of the ground before stumbling back and holding his head in his hand. A quick shake to clear his mind, the sound of the chaos beyond the walls came flooding back. [i]Help them.[/i] He moved towards the west gate as a loud bell rang out. [i]You're a protector.[/i] Foeldar looked on through the arch of the western gateway a few of the people attempting to flee, looking back at him with untrusting eyes. [i]Help them![/i] 

Foeldar proceeded onwards into town, but it wasn't until a short while later that he realized he was alone. It appeared that the orc, Corc it was, was already gone. Now where did he go? Come to think of it, where had all the people gone? Foeldar slowed to a halt in the middle of the street, distant screams calling out in desperate need of help. [i]Protect![/i] He started forward once more when he heard a shrill cry from around a nearby corner, and decided to investigate.

What he found was a little boy being chased by skeletons, running back towards where Foeldar had come from. He let out a roar and ran at the undead pawns, another skeleton running out into the streets only to be crushed under Foeldar's feet. The undead which had been chasing the child stopped to look at what was now chasing them, and abruptly turned to run back and disappear off in the buildings. The colossus glanced to where the boy had ran but saw nothing, and so he headed further into town.