Melee
I'm back, bitches
Y'ffre, send me strength.
The thought surprised Fen, almost enough to pull her out of her "death" and to openly laugh in the faces of the Elves scouring the trenches for survivors. She had never been one to take part in any of the old religions, since many were considered obsolete and foolish nowadays. The only thing she could remember about the Old Gods was the stories her grandmother would tell her years and years ago when she had still been young enough to be interested and gullible enough to believe in them.
The man who had saved her (and she was still surprised that he had) told everyone to lay on the ground and basically play dead until the Elves hunting for survivors had passed. Fen didn't need to be told twice; with the combination of pure terror and the overwhelming amount of debris and chemicals in the air, she felt about ready to faint.
So, she pretended to do just that.
After a few moments and some terrifyingly close calls with being discovered, Fen heard the squelching of boots grow fainter as the enemy (are they the only enemy) moved further away. She heard rustling next to her, and slowly opened her eyes as she watched everyone start to get up. They were a motley crew; there was the Imperial who freed her, a man wearing a red coat (she admired it, but didn't think it was proper attire for blending in with the battlefield), another Elf who appeared to be badly injured, and a Breton man as well.
The sound of a person in a great deal of pain came over the ridge, startling Fen as she looked around for the source of the sound. Before anyone else could do anything, the Imperial jumped over the side of the trench and came back just a few seconds later. He's brave, I'll give him that, she thought as he slid back into the trench, dragging an injured Argonian behind him. Her eyes widened; she had not seen an Argonian in some time. In the city she had lived in, Argonians experienced much more trouble than the rest of the "sub-races" crammed into the noisy and crowded lower districts. Most had either been imprisoned for trivial matters or had taken what few possessions they had and left altogether.
Forcing her legs to move, Fen stumbled over to the Imperial and knelt down next to the Argonian, his rasping breath sending dismal shivers down her spine. "Is he badly hurt?"
The thought surprised Fen, almost enough to pull her out of her "death" and to openly laugh in the faces of the Elves scouring the trenches for survivors. She had never been one to take part in any of the old religions, since many were considered obsolete and foolish nowadays. The only thing she could remember about the Old Gods was the stories her grandmother would tell her years and years ago when she had still been young enough to be interested and gullible enough to believe in them.
The man who had saved her (and she was still surprised that he had) told everyone to lay on the ground and basically play dead until the Elves hunting for survivors had passed. Fen didn't need to be told twice; with the combination of pure terror and the overwhelming amount of debris and chemicals in the air, she felt about ready to faint.
So, she pretended to do just that.
After a few moments and some terrifyingly close calls with being discovered, Fen heard the squelching of boots grow fainter as the enemy (are they the only enemy) moved further away. She heard rustling next to her, and slowly opened her eyes as she watched everyone start to get up. They were a motley crew; there was the Imperial who freed her, a man wearing a red coat (she admired it, but didn't think it was proper attire for blending in with the battlefield), another Elf who appeared to be badly injured, and a Breton man as well.
The sound of a person in a great deal of pain came over the ridge, startling Fen as she looked around for the source of the sound. Before anyone else could do anything, the Imperial jumped over the side of the trench and came back just a few seconds later. He's brave, I'll give him that, she thought as he slid back into the trench, dragging an injured Argonian behind him. Her eyes widened; she had not seen an Argonian in some time. In the city she had lived in, Argonians experienced much more trouble than the rest of the "sub-races" crammed into the noisy and crowded lower districts. Most had either been imprisoned for trivial matters or had taken what few possessions they had and left altogether.
Forcing her legs to move, Fen stumbled over to the Imperial and knelt down next to the Argonian, his rasping breath sending dismal shivers down her spine. "Is he badly hurt?"