God's Awakening

Chapter 1

Sargeant Killick groaned as smoke and ash filled his senses. He slowly rolled over where he lay and looked up at the sky feeling his armour bite his skin where it had come loose. Dark ominous clouds swam across his field of view, threatening to bring a rain to wash away the surrounding battle field.  The fight had been fierce but ultimately the Galgarian forces had been doomed.

Killick honestly couldn't believe he was alive. His vision blurred as he sat up and he had to take a second to steady himself. A huge lump had formed on his forehead and as he reached up to touch it he absently took note that he'd lost his helmet. Other than the head injury he appeared to be unscathed, a fact he took little comfort as he surveyed the scene before him, most of his comrades hadn't been so fortunate.

Killick tried to stand, and his vision blurred again, his legs felt like jelly and he near collapsed back down.

"Stay where you are." A soft Voice commanded behind him. "You're like concussed and I'll tend to you in a moment." 

I'll pick slowly spun, using the broken up ground to stop himself face planting into the muck. Before him sat a woman tending an Orc Blooded Golgarian soldier. Long blond hair fell down over her shoulders and she wore the war robes of the Clerics of Lilliana. Her hands glowed where she touched the fallen man and Killick marvelled at how her eyes seemed to sparkle as magic flowed through her.  He could see the soldiers breathing steady as a huge gash in the man's side magically closed leaving soft pink flesh in its place. 

The Orc Mans eyes flew open and with a sudden snarl his had lashed out and gripped the Clerics throat. I'll pick tried to spring to the woman's aid, but his head spun as he dove forward.  The last thing he saw before his vision blacked out was the ladies hand calmly touching her attackers head put him to sleep.

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Killick came too with two faces in peering down at him. He recognised both the Lady and Orc Blood from before and was glad neither had been hurt from the previous exchange. Orc Bloods were quick to anger but extremely loyal once they've found a cause to commit to. Killick knew the man would have been mortified had he hurt the priestess who had saved him.

The Orc Man grinned sheepishly down at him, shaggy hair that clearly had been tied back before the fighting spilled around a dark pinkish face and a fresh scar ran down the side of his head narrowly missing the Orcs eye. Like most Orc Bloods green tinted tusk like teeth poked out of his mouth.

"Sorry, bout earlier Sarge, not sure I was quite myself... or maybe I was too much myself if you know what I mean?" Full blooded Orcs of old were known to go into unstoppable battle rages, whilst full bloods were all but gone their descendants still had that aggressive nature built into to them to call upon in times of need.

Killick groaned once again as he tried to sit up but the woman stopped him with a surprisingly strong hand on his chest.

"My magic has helped your body heal a lot but you'll still need a moment for it to finish the job" The priestess huffed in a tone that clearly left no room for argument. "We've moved you out of the rain so you should be comfortable here for the time being, rest then I'll let your men report."

Killick took a moment to take in her features before nodding. She wasn't what he'd describe as beautiful but she had a strong handsome face. Her eyes stood out and Killick remembered how they looked when magic ran through them.

"Can you tell me your name Cleric?" Killick voice was raspy and dry, he coughed as he got his question out. The woman looked to the Orc before she answered, who lifted a water skin to his lips.

"Saylance, but Saya will be fine." Saya's voice was soft and lyrical, as she spoke she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear causing Killick to notice it was slightly pointed indicating that she was Elf Blooded. Half Bloods weren't unusual so the fact that both of them were didn't surprise Killick.

"Corporal Groun, as in Ground, but my friends call me Groun" The Half Orc offered unprompted, Killick decided to ignore the odd repetition and instead addressed the priestess again.

"Thank you, I dare say I owe my life to you. I doubt my chances would of been good had you not been there. I'm Killick if that's how you'd prefer to address me..." He trailed off unsure of himself. The Church of Lilliana was worshiped in most places and held allegiance to no one Duchy. War Clerics joined the armies on both sides to heal the wounded, they were trained in combat and would defend those they took into their care with their lives if needed. They didn't however hold any rank and wasn't therefore under his command.

Saya gave the barest of smiles, nodded and moved away, Killick could still hear her voice speaking softly to others. So there are other survivors, he thought to himself. That's... Promising at least.

"Corporeal, who's in charge here?... Other than the Priestess I mean." Killick was starting to feel tired as he could feel the magic used his own bodies energy to heal him and his voice started to sound faint.

"Errr Technically Sarge... that would be you" he heard Groun say as he drifted back off into sleep.

Ah... Crap, he thought as his eyes fell shut.