The reign of Valkor.

Continuing his jog, Olion nodded at Vehnorl, stating his name. "Olion Delorn. Now then, less jabbering and more marching!" He bellowed, continuing to move his body through the dense undergrowth of the forest at night.

Garris runs his way threw the trees wondering how much longer till the town. He also wonders what kind of defences they have up, or if they even are still alive.

Vehnorl start's to mumer about eyes in the trees (We are in a forest.. Right?... I forgot >.>...) and complain about such a long run, wondering how much longer to the town and if they'll get there safely

*yes we are in a forest lol*

Curtis seems to be changing speed, he goes from the front of the group, to all the back towards Vehnorl, then back to the front. He seemed to be an impatient bastard, but what he was really doing was making sure no one in the group was going to pass out, and be left behind.

Olion broke through the last of the forest growth, entering the small cleared area around the city, crude wooden walls providing minor defense against the city's foes. It was diminutive, small wooden buildings ornamented and reinforced with stone sat clustered around the city's center. With the deep hours of night and the early hours of morn upon the group of fleeing soldiers, none were awake to witness their coming. Olion, in his chainmail arms, raised his hand to signal for a halt and leaned back against one of the standing pieces of wood, heaving his frame rapidly.

"We wait here for a few moments for any whom have fallen behind." He said, bending his knees and placing his palms ontop of them.

Garris looks over Olion and says in a worried tone "Looks like no one is home. I don't see any camp fire smoke."

Garris adjusts his iron chain mail and chest plate

Hearing the remark. Curtis walks over to Olion and Garris. "If you're worried, just give me a rope, I can get over that little wall, no problem, and see who's around."

Garris looks at Curtis and says "That might not be the best idea. Either their is no one left in the town and its filled with Vampires, or they are on high alert and might think another vampire is climbing the wall to attack them. Lets just wait for people and we decide on what we do later."

Not wanting to start an argument, Curtis reluctantly nods. "If you say so." He walks off and sits beneath a tree.

Nodding in agreement at Garris' words, he frowned. "Our best bet would to be go in armed and ready. If we're using this gear, we won't look like vampires to them... if they still live. If not, then we'll be ready for whatever vampire force lingers behind." He brandished his blade, taking the massive wooden buckler off his back and strapping it to his left arm.

Garris unsheeths his blade and looks at Olion "I'm ready how bout you?"

Gray clouds begin to form signaling that its about to rain. Garris is frightened by the incoming gray clouds. He looks at Olion and says "Looks like rain."

*well that was a little corny *
Curtis looks up at the mention of rain, and his disposition begins to lighten.
Apparently he likes the rain.

"How perfect" he mentions before standing up.

"I hate the rain. Its to wet and on this mountain its going to be freezing."

Vehnorl groggly raises his warhammer over his head... Daydreaming?... WAfternoon dreaming?... Nightdreaming?... About Ale, almost dreaming heavily enough to not notice a vampire or two...

Olion began to enter the seemingly abandoned city, sword placed by the side of the rounded buckler as it was raised above his chest. Eyes keenly adjusted to the night, he looked for -anything-. A moving shadow, a whisper in the air... anything.

Garris follows Olion into the town hoping to find atleast someone alive. Garris feels as if he is being watched. He sticks close to Olion.

At the center of the town is a very large and old church seemingly abandoned. Barracades are scattered threw out the town and everylast one of them is broken and slashed apart with blood splattered everywhere.

Curtis follows the group, once inside he takes a look around. Noticing the blood, he chuckles slightly and jokes, "Must be a woman.. "

Adrenaline slowly seeped into Olion's body as he approached the ruined church, stepping around the barricades and entering, shield before him as his eyes darted about the interior of the structure.

Vehnorl amused by Curtis's joke laughs. "Meh thinks that there ain't much privacy o'round here... An'way, we should look fer 'th pub or so and see if there be a full or half full keg that not be disturbed, with any luck, we could find atleast a pint, heavens'n hells know I 'n probally you or some other fellow with us can use a drink.