Tailrill walks behind Phira as the party of hunters and the party of royal soldiers walk around them watching for anything off. The other nobles walk behind Phira and Tailrill staying quiet as they walk. "You know little Tailrill I'm surprised you had no objections to being used as my piece to create a royal family," Phira does not turn to look at Tailrill as they walk.
"If I objected or resisted I could've been killed or thrown in whatever you have for a dungeon. So I kinda ain't got a choice," Tailrill rests her hand on the hilt of her sword as the walk. As they walk the black crow lands on Phira's shoulder.
Phira grabs some bird food from a pouch holding it out for the crow. "You are wise then. You will make a great soldier for me, and perhaps I can find other uses for you," she taps her chin as they continue to walk.
After a while of walking the sound of a faint thud followed by the rustling of bushes is heard causing the soldiers to quickly take a defensive stance watching everywhere intensely. Phira raises her hand as she walks forward toward the noise and the soldiers drop their guard. Phira signals for Olana to follow her and seconds later Phira finds an orc laying in a bush with feline attributes several injuries across his body.
Seeing the injured boy Olana quickly runs over grabbing her backpack and setting it beside her as she inspects the injuries. She reaches into her backpack grabbing several bottles and setting them down beside her. The boy slowly wakes up, his eyes widening before quickly filling with pain as he tries to move. Olana quickly but softly grabs him trying to set him in a comfortable position. "Don't move ok, your injuries are severe and it is gonna be hard for me to safely help if you squirm," Olana pours water onto a cut causing the boy to wince in pain. "What's your name?"
Between breaths the orc speaks as he looks at Olana. "I'm Zhab I got into a fight at the wall," at the mention of a fight at the wall the royal soldiers quickly step towards the Zhab with their weapons ready to strike.
Phira steps in front of them, stopping them. "I don't care if he is an enemy, no one deserves death and we will not capture him unless he is a threat," the royal soldiers reluctantly put their weapons away, some scoffing at Phira's words. "I want you all and the hunters to go to the wall under the lead of Valpihine."
Valpihine nods as he looks at the two groups as they run to the wall to check on the situation. Olana gently tends to Zhab pouring different fluids onto the wounds causing the wounds to close quickly. "Tell me Zhab why were you fighting at the wall?" Phira stands behind Olana looking down at Zhab
"I was forced to attack the wall along with hundreds of others like me who have things that don't belong on an orc," he looks at Phira scared as he talks. "We were under the command of our creator who was supposed to be the hero of the orcs, we had no choice."
"I understand Zhab. Now tell me, was the wall defeated or defended from the forced assault?"
"We dropped the numbers of the defenders to around fifty I think and pushed them to the top of the wall but I believe that I am the only survivor the wall was defended," Zhab closes his eyes and grits his teeth as a bottle is poured on one of his wounds.
"Were the others the same as yourself? Did any of you know how to fight?" Phira crosses her arms as she looks in the direction of the wall.
"I believe only a handful of us knew how to fight," Phira turns away, her face disgusted.
Olana leans back and begins to put the unused bottles back and putting the used bottles in a different pocket. After she finishes she reaches her hand out to Zhab. "You should be ok to move now. Take my hand though it might be a little off putting at first."
Zhab stumbles some as he stands with the help of Olana. Phira walks over to Tailrill looking at her with some anger in her face. She talks quietly, not wanting Zhab to hear. "He looks too young to ever be fighting. It frankly disgusts me that this happens."
Olana walks Zhab to the path leading to the wall. "We are ready to go now. I will help him walk for a bit so we may fall behind some but don't worry about us," Olana looks at Phira as she helps Zhab walk steadily.
Phira nods looking at Zhab. "We will go on ahead and catch up with the others just be careful ok," Phira looks at Tailrill and the other nobles as they start to follow her to the wall.
As they reach the wall the royal soldier and the hunters stand talking to the wall defenders, some helping move corpses. The leader of the wall defenders is talking to Valpihine as he watches people move the dead towards the simple graves. "We fended off the attack but lost almost all of our men and women. Those who stand here now are all that is left," as they talk soldiers emerge from the walls entrance carrying bodies, some elves, others orcs with odd none orc attributes.
Phira walks to the leader with Tailrill next to her. "I am going to leave about ten hunters and five royal soldiers with you so that you may have at least some of the strongest here to defend," Phira stands next to Valpihine looking at the leader. "Do you think there will be another attack anytime soon?"
"They seemed to have sent more than ever before so if I were to guess they are now going to short on men for a while," the leader says as he turns to watch as the dead are buried. "Make sure that everyone is buried with the same dignity as the others."
Phira watches as elves and orcs are buried next to each other. "This seems to not be the first burial that has happened here," Phira looks at the makeshift graveyard that lies just outside the wall.
"We don't have any royal family or major group helping us so most of the soldiers I lead here are volunteers or people who I've managed to recruit in down time," he looks at the graves before looking at the wall. "The other side has some holes that the orcs have used to enter. Once again since we don't have any support other than ourselves we haven't been able to patch it so we simply have learned how to deal with it."
Phira looks at the nobles behind her." Farven please go and retrieve an architect from the royal family and return here with them so the wall may be repaired," Phira looks at Farven as he nods and begins to walk towards the capital.
The leader looks confused as Phira talks of getting help from a royal family. "How are you able to get help from the royals just like that?"
"As of yesterday I have become the head of the military a new royal family and I will work to assist all forms of general military including the wall," Phira says as she watches as more bodies are buried now, mainly orc corpses.
The leader's face seems to light up slightly, breaking his seriousness. "Thank god that we finally have some kind of support," he turns to the defenders. "Raise your weapons men, we finally have support other than ourselves!" The defenders look at the leader and then at Phira surprised before they begin to cheer.