Templeogue is gone now too. Myself and the Hellfire woman took out the patrol with ease, there was only 2 guards and a carriage and now it’s our carriage and the weapons ours too. With this, we began our crossing of the Dodder on our new whip , water splashing aggressively against the battered, worn down wooden wheels and splinters piercing our behinds. The orcs never were quite the noblest of craftsmen.

 

Things weren’t looking good. The hospital was wiped out completely now and there was a lot of commotion by The Squire, what an awful name for a local market. We noticed just as we were about 300 metres from The Squire that there was a large road block with about two dozen orcs, drunk on rum and trigger-happy from their recent battles, they are not to be messed with. We made the smart decision and decided to go the long way, through the village.

The village has been abandoned since before I left and it’s seen better shape. We heard a large group of the orcs coming so we hid under the gallows until we were certain they had passed. It must’ve been about 15 to 30 minutes before it was safe to go back out, except now everything was covered in a thick layer of black smog.

 

We rounded the corner and we were facing the Squire. A straight run now, yet we still  couldn’t see clearly. Then the smoke settled, and so was The Squire. 1355 Square metres of rubble and crispy bodies. It was too late.

 

The patrol that passed us by the gallows rounded up behind us, making their second lap of patrolling their merciless, bloody playground. We weren’t going down without a fight. I might’ve been seen and labelled as a coward for fleeing to the mountains at the town’s most dire time of need but that’s not the truth, the truth is I- ‘Alex snap out of it, if there’s ever been a time to fight its now. Nut up or shut up.’. And so, we fought.