The Last Alliance

Geldor Earthfire

Feeling tired Geldor knew he had to get up. This battle field wasn't a safe place to rest. Letting go of Shael'nis' hand, he put his hands infront of himself a pushed and turned over so he was in a sitting position.

The wound on his leg was deep, and blood came out freely. Grabbing his sword, he cleaned it of the blood, then placed it's side on his leg. The fire-sword burned and clotted theblood. Geldor looked over to Shael'nis he spoke; "We need to move, we're not safe here."
 
Sha'n withdrew his backback from the tree he had stowed it in, brushing off bits of dead bark and an insect or three. He stripped off his shirt and opened his bag, squatting in place as he shifted things in his bag, searching for the extra shirt he had.
He made mental note that he would need more food soon, and pulled a bladder of water from his bag. He took a small sip and poured some onto the already-slightly-bloody shirt he had. He draped the shirt over his back and continued searching through his bag.
 
Sheal'nis nodded at Geldor's words. "Yes, I agree. Perhaps we should seek the shelter of living trees? Surely there must be some left in this land" She stood up and winced at the pain in her back. Looking around, she took in a breath of air, and pointed off to the south. "There. The air smells less foul"
 
Lusendro slipped two bolts into his crossbow and re-sheathed his weapons. He stood as the others did and nodded in agreement at there choice, lifting his travel cloak he followed behind.
 
There were undead on the move. Alea slipped across the broken moorland, trying to blend in with the grey stones and mournful reeds. At some points, she got down and wriggled across the ground like a snake, ignoring the mud that daubed itself across her face and clothes.

She hadn't seen a living soul in months, so much so that she was beginning to doubt that she had ever actually known anything but winds, sad silences and the dead men hunting her. She dreamed of Dalaran's tall spires, now rubble and ruin, at night, and cried when she woke up.

At last, she came to a withered copse of trees and felt brave enough to stand up. She was panting desperately, her face slick with sweat. She had seen two columns of the pale-skinned eaters of the dead since morning, and once a great meatwagon had rolled by her hiding place, almost crushing her. There were undead on the move.
 
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