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I made my way out first, and stared off into the distance, where only a green and silver tide could be seen. The waves of orcs beating down on the infantrymen before them like a steel drum. Occasionally a spray of red, followed by the condemning cry of either side could be heard. The sheer mass of the green beasts was enough to turn a brave man into a sniveling deserter. I closed my eyes and asked the light to strengthen my resolve and that of my company. “For I am a servant of the Light, please grant me the strength to defend the people of these lands.” Suddenly I felt my muscles tighten, and my war sword seemed to be lighter in my hands. I turned to look at my group as they stood battle ready, weapon unsheathed and there eyes burning with a new determination and confidence. I pulled my blade up to my armored chest and grasped it tightly with both hands, then rushed onward to the front, the sounds of battle growing louder as each figure became more distinct. My company of course followed. The dwarf of our group lagged behind with our priest providing ranged support with his blackened blunderbuss, and immediate protection for the priestess who rushed to join the other healers in there efforts to keep the moral and vitality of our army strong.