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Victory at Henhower
Hector and Revan ride out onto a great plain in Henhower, the monsters have gathered here already, about 18 of them. Hector has about 19 men, and Revan around 12. Hector and Revan mount up in the front lines.
“Look, there’s Storm, minsc and Claim,” Revan shouts to Hector, barely audible over the horrendous sound coming from the Monster horde.
“We have a victory already.” Hector shouts, partially drowned out by the banging and screeching coming from the wall of Monsters on the battle field before them. Arian is back guarding Jessica, at the rear of the field. Hector looks back. The Monsters charge. As Hector glances up, he sees two large wraiths hovering above the Monster Horde. Great, this is going to be more difficult with them orchestrating everything again! Hector motions upwards, and Revan nods, acknowledging the large creatures above the Monsters.
A loud, low horn sounds, and the Monsters begin their advance towards Revan, Hector, Storm, minsc and Claim. Together, over 100 men, against about 20 looming Monsters, hardly fair! Hector sounds his charge, followed by Revan and the rest. They charge towards the monstrous creatures, towering above them and their horses.
Within minutes, the battle is over. The Monsters lay dead and the humans are victorious.
As they mount their horses and gather there men, a rider comes up, holding orders for them all. “Sir, orders from the general, and congratulations again, sir!” He hands the same orders to the other Troop Leaders gathered there and darts off, disappearing into the mist.
“It appears as though we have to move out to Nojrke next.” Hector says as he looks up. Revan has lost many of his men, they were the first in. He rides to him, “Revan, take your men back to the Capital, it’s best you recuperate, we will be there in a couple of days. I’m riding to stop these creatures in Norjke. The General shall be there too.”
“Good luck, Hector, I agree, I’ll be of no use without a strong army, sorry I can’t join you on this one.” Revan, covered in green and red blood, wipes his face and walks off to take muster of his men.
Hector gathers his men, then rides to Jessica. “We will be moving out shortly to Norjke, afterwards, we will head to Cteduul to take care of your business there, I hope.”
Hector gathers his men and head out. He wasted no time leaving there, and Arian looks up at him as they meet up. “Lord Hector, shouldn’t you wait for reinforcements before we go moving out to a region, not knowing who or what we’re facing?”
Hector sits tall in his saddle and turns to the druid. “Arian, I’ll handle the battle strategies, you handle doing magical mystical things of no value or consequence.” He knew he was being unfair with that comment, and looked down right after saying it, spurring his horse to get it to start moving away from Arian in order to avoid his look.
Arian smiles beneath his hood. And so it begins.
Next: Defeat in Norjke
