Gamil grins as he begins to grow in size "Oh yer gonna 'ere me cry alroight!" he takes a huge breath and in one giant blood curdling cry of "HHOOODDDOOORRR" he charges into the mass of orcs spinning and whirling his hammer.

Amelia finishes his spell with satisfaction. Gamil twice its size stuffed his warhammer into the skull of an orc, pouring in the mud blood, brains and bones while the echo of his cry bounces off the mountains. The huge orc seeing the "dwarf" roar and jumps into the attack, removing the dead, orcs and humans until it reaches where Gamil that manages to avoid the attack, now both joining in mortal combat. The orc archers stationed at the scorched doors set its target to something bigger, to Gamil, and release their load profoundly impacting the skin of the "dwarf". The rest of the orcs kill and maim who oppose them while some enter the houses of the main street where all can hear screams of women and children. The Capitan covered in blood and mud fight to defend the baker, face sunk in the mud, on the right a soldier is pierced in the face by an orc's pike, the tip off at the nape. Some neighbors run up the street toward the square.

Gamils eyes begin to burn with a barbaric fury as the arrows pierce his skin. The pain begins to energize him and the bloodlust of the dwarves awakens in him as he screams in pain and fury his hammer moving in a blur as he attacks the huge orc

Amelia sees that this situation is quickly getting out of control.... "Ilsen snap out of it!!" Shouts to Gamil "HIT AS HARD AS YOU CAN" and with quick steps takes a possition to hit the huge ork aswell...

Snarls at the orc and backhands him quickly bringing his hammer down on his head repeatedly

Amelia throws herself into combat as Gamil is surrounded, the crowd of orcs hit the ground spitting and cursing the pair of defenders still left standing, the light of the fire has been replaced by a dense smoke, darkness is almost impenetrable. Up on the hill a small figure casts a spell and everything is illuminated by the light of a small sun, the light becomes a golden warrior with a huge sword walking resolutely towards the now terrified orcs run fleeing the fortress and its golden warrior. A familiar voice calls from behind the warrior, "go to the tower, quickly, Ilsen come or stay in the woods" From outside the fortress all hear a scream of pure heatred.

Amelia quickly follows the instuctions.... As she moves to the tower she gives a quick pick behind her.... Who might be the one that summoned golden light and scared the Orks?? As she takes a look a smile forms in her face..... " Oh my! Radvos you seem to have more talents than I could imagine!"

Gamil and Amelia see on their way to the tower to Radvos, with a beautiful full plate armor, a heavy shield hanging on his back and a huge flanged mace in his hands. The remaining survivors of the fort are already inside the tower sobbing and shaking, just three men, two women and two children. Radvos closes the door behind him, just in time when several arrows impact against it, without giving more importance drawn from his backpack a big steel key and used it to open the huge padlock on a door. "Hurry down the stairs" in complete darkness until light up some torches and see a circular stone room from when depart three corridors. "Where are we?" asks one of the men nervous, to which the dwarf answers "in the ancient catacombs of the fortress". The answer does not help the frightened survivors. Radvos realizing how scared they are and adds "one of the three corridors takes to a secret exit on the other side of the mountains, and mutters to Gamil and Amelia, "the problem is that can not remember which". Gamil observe Radvos's armor and the runes that decorate it.

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As the sorceres catches her breath.... starts to think of the situation. "I am guessing the other two would only be endless mazes of tombs... Radvos you need to take a good pick.. Is there anything we can do to help?" As she is talking, with the help of a torch, she approaches the three coridors to examine them a bit closely. Her clothes stir and looks ticklish... "Oh that's enough Shadow! Get out now, I ll end up having feathers inside my clothes." she sticks her hand inside her fur vest and takes out her friend... " You need to be more courageous.."

These catacombs are not as old, so I do not think we found ourselves in a maze, I worry more reach a dead end with dozens of orcs behind us. We must find some way to know which of these three corridors lead to the exit

"I have an idea and it just might work." Amelia takes out two black little feathers from inside her vest. Goes near the corridors and and holds them in her palm.. "Let's see if there are any currents of air comming from the any of the corridors.."

Amelia gropes the air with the feathers, while up the crying and footsteps of the orcs become stronger. Finally manages to find a light breeze from the left corridor. Everyone starts to run down the corridor with Amelia in the head the survivors in the center while Radvos is delayed, after a few minutes reach the group as they stop at a new circular room with several niches filled with skulls and bones, the walls of the chamber are a matt green stone. "These are the foundations of the GreenRock Fort and hence the name, in this place have been several previous settlements, but we have to continue, it is no time for a historical tour" All ran down the corridor, now and then opening in burial chambers where lie remains and rusty armors, hours passed without not hear the cries of the orcs, exhausted all sit down to rest in a chamber, in the center is a platform with a huge stone tomb.

Amelia takes the time to rest "Radvos, I hope you remembered if this is the right corridor by now..." She approaches the huge tomb stone to see if anything is writen on it.

"Yes, of course that is the right way" and adds softly "what catches my attention is that the orcs have dont followed us" The tomb stone is decorated with some runes, that with a little effort read: Junû Mûrziga Urt-xega al Zimaget After a few minutes the torches threaten to waste away and children sob again frighten by the darkness that surround them, to which Radvos touched the tip of his bulbous nose and it lights up like a torch resulting in laughter among children, listen the children had fun dissipates all fatigue.

"Yes that's my consern too... They should be able to track the path we took..." "Who is inside this tomb? Do you know? Amelia examines the tomb stone with even more zeal.... "I don't think I recognise the language, and the size is rather intimidating I must say"

The nose-torch of Radvos illuminates the runes. "may say, Do Not Disturb, which you should consider". The temperature drops sharply, the halo of their breath is visible now, looking down the corridor to where they came Radvos orders "Best leave, the exit is near" Amelia can detect the tension in the voice of the dwarf.

"Let's go..." Amelia leads the way with Shadow on her shoulder...

All are preparing to leave, the cold is almost unbearable, suddenly Radvos draws his mace. "Amelia get these people out of here, let me know when you get to the secret door, I will give you time" Sounds of bones come from the corridor "RUN NOW"

Gamil stay beside Radvos and holds his warhammer grinning "Well laddeh lets see wha' we 'ave teh deal wit' now!"

Amelia separates from the group of two men... "Get them!! I will be back as soon as the rest are safe"