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[b][color=265828]Time:[/color][/b] One Week After Human Arrival
[b][color=265828]Location:[/color][/b] Seaside Park
[b][color=265828]Interactions:[/color][/b] Aurora [@mole]
[b][color=265828]Mentions:[/color][/b] None
[b][color=265828]Equipment:[/color][/b] Longsword and Plate Armor[hr]
Silence fell upon the corpse-ridden battlefield, as more of the living organisms, intelligent or otherwise, went cold. Barrock's temper also cooled off, and his vision cleared to what had happened. 

The rest of the syndicate had left, along with Vasco. The first week ever since humans arrived to assist in this rebellion, and the group had lost two already.

What a colossal clusterfuck of an operation. All because of that fucking human. Barrock had told him to be methodical, and the bastard didn't listen, now he's kidnapped too. 

Fuck him. 

He could die for all he cared. All he had been to him, Rowan and Aurora had been nothing but being a reprehensible prick. 

As for the elven siblings, they seemed okay, but they were quick to leave. The orc instinctively followed, but one step forward and his knee buckled, and he stood with his sword in hand as support. The fight had left his knee rather badly injured, though nothing too critical. Looking around, he ripped out some cloth from the more intact deads and wrapped his knee up in a crude, somewhat painful but serviceable bandage. The quintessential orc way to do about things. He also took his time to take off his armor and reviewed the damage that the orc and the warforged caused to him. 

A thought crossed his mind briefly that Rowan just left him here after seeing what happened, and what he had become, but...whatever. He had lived a rugged life before, if they chose to let him go, then so be it. It wasn't the end of the world.

[b][color=265828]"Hmmm..."[/color][/b]

He looked at the dent made on his armor, and on his chest. It was turning colors. Could be concerning, but as of now, it was just a slight discomfort.

Barrock bent his armor back into shape with his hands, then saddled back up. He emerged from the warehouse the same Barrock as before - a little beaten up, but the same stoic man. But the carnage behind him was still visible as a reminder of what this stoic man could and would do.