“We need to stand together now more than ever!” Trasgo shakes the nomad’s hand and joins the caravan heading to Ankrahmun.
The warrior gets apprehensive, but relieved at the same time, seeing that most of the civilians are already gathered to escape. Some casualties will happen, it is unfortunate, but it’s possible to triumph against the Cult. “Menina Muffin, the ritual and the potion will have their utility later, but right now you’re right, defending the caravans is our top priority.
Upon seeing guards chasing someone, Trasgo looks around and tries to estimate what’s the best defense strategy. Himself, a veteran warrior, Menina Muffin, a druid that was already accompanying him, and two new people, a warrior and a sorceress. An old-school group, just like old times. If it weren’t for the urgency of the situation, a smile might have escaped from Caolho’s face. When the druid is attacked, Trasgo draws his sword and runs to her defense. Fortunately the nearest warrior shows herself to be talented as well, and in instants the two attacking guards were eliminated.
Unfortunately, the now dead guards were the easiest of problems. Undead are drawing near. Trasgo sets himself beside the other warrior, keepin the sorceress and Menina Muffin in the rearguard. It would’ve been nice knowing exactly who he was fighting beside, but presentations would have to wait.
When the first undead is almost within his sword’s range, Trasgo drinks from a vial of dark liquid (Berserk Potion), his eyes seem to glow brighter, his muscles shake with the extra strenght. He strikes.
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Trasgo Caolho