Elyrin Wintersprout

The impact of my attack was noticeable even during those short moments when I had to survey the battlefield. Large portions of the foggy wall began to disperse as those maintaining it were either dead or too wounded to maintain their concentration.

Things were going mostly my way except for the fact that everyone in the vicinity was interested in my demise. The moment I entered the still-stable cluster of fog I heard a rain of projectiles whistling around me. An arrow pierced the leather undercoat of my robes, borrowing its tip into my back. A moment later a sharp icicle stabbed my thigh, spreading the sensation of both burning and chilling across my body.

Fortunately, I managed to limp deep enough into the fog where the risk of hitting an ally was too high. Through the pain was able to growl an incantation for another protective barrier.

However, since I did not bother to conceal my presence this time another volley came from within the fog.

While cursing myself for the carelessness once more I cast another Arcane Orb. A blue ball of destructive energy flew towards the enemy in front.

Their response was a hailstorm of icicles raining from above. One of them popped the barrier above my head. The blunted concussive force left my skull ringing. Then I felt my ribs cracking after orbs of compressed water hammered at my torso in quick succession.

The blood was running over my forehead right into my eyes. After a quick wipe with my sleeve, I saw the fog dispersing. Two naga women were ordering around a squad of twenty or so murlocs. They were encircling me.

The one naga that turned out to be a spellcaster among the two began summoning another Blizzard by the looks of it. With a finger's flick, I was able to disperse it. Counterspell once more proved its usefulness. The second woman with a bow however used my momentary distraction to launch a skilled shot into my heart. I was lucky that the arrow pierced my wrist instead as it happened to be in the way. After dodging another water orb sent by a murcloc I scooped up as much mana as I could and blindly shot Arcane Barrage at the sea dwellers. The remaining energy was used to shroud myself with invisibility as fast as it was physically possible.

Accompanied by the indignant screams in strange hissing language, explosions of magic, and horrible pain I tried to run as fast as I could towards the ship.

My internal celebrations ended up being premature since my remaining healthy leg was hit by another arrow.

After tumbling to the ground and losing the protection of invisibility I saw what betrayed my location - under a thin layer of dispersing fog, enormous blotches of red blood could be seen on the sand.

"I didn't know that there is so much liquid inside" was the last thought that my mind could produce before losing consciousness.

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Helor Diamondshard

After the mage girl decided to depart for reasons only known to her alone, there wasn't much for me to do but shrug my shoulders and continue dealing with the problem at hand.

The death knight, though, decided to report what happened to the Alliance lieutenant. That was the moment when I discovered that underneath the layers of this menacing-looking armor, someone actually hid a woman. But with how burly humans tend to be, I think I can be forgiven for not noticing the difference.

When things came to actually dealing with the enemy, our strategy was rather simple: a small squad of mages and shamans was gathered to hit the area I marked with areal spells in turns until everyone there was dead. The strategy seemed to work somewhat since we've been constantly moving to a new position after clearing an area.

As usual, there was bad news as well: either the naga figured out what we'd been doing and decided to hide further in the fog or most of them were positioned this way already. In either case, they were out of my range and things were continuing to look quite grim regardless.

Then suddenly something like two-thirds of the fog began to disappear leaving just a few patches of relative safety for our scaly foes. Even if I didn't see the enemy, I could easily imagine them being sitting ducks out there in the open. The increased firing speed of our soldiers and distant screams of pain and terror confirmed what I was guessing: naga weren't having a pleasant time at this very instant.

''That's our chance!" I heard Kank's call. "The strike squad, gather around me!"

"Archers and musketeers will be needed as well!" This Folker guy added and picked up more people among those who were shooting, including me and Zoz.

"Hurry up out there!" Kank barked as we gathered.

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Folker Bentham

Having mages with Slow Fall made reaching the ground trivial. We charged in a simple arrow formation of 30 people with Kank at the tip and other melee fighters at the edges, which included me. Ranged combatants were protected inside and were ordered to shoot in the gaps between the rest of us.

Murlocks were only a problem because of the fog's cover. Now, though, they could barely be called an obstacle as we plunged through those unlucky few not killed by the ranged fire.

Those foes who hid themselves in the remaining fog weren't a priority since they couldn't see us nor could they risk leaving themselves exposed in order to track our movement. That's why we went straight to their backline to harass their mages and to prevent them from restoring the fog wall.

Though, it was clear that they weren't interested in engaging us almost instantly. A thick line of excavated sand was littered with reptilian body parts. A non-trivial portion of the remaining forces looked seriously battered with large pieces of skin and flesh being torn from their bodies. It's no surprise that they were already retreating.

"Damn cowards!" Kank grumbled. We stopped our advance in between two white cotton hills of fog following his example.

The remaining clouds were already dispersing when the sound of fighting to our left attracted my attention.

"That's that mage girl! She seems to be in trouble!" The demon hunter reported before we could see things clearly.

Indeed once the fog fully dispersed we could see the elven sorceress from before lying unconscious and a squad of battered enemy troops responsible for that.

"Fire!" Kank ordered and the sea creatures were riddled with holes.

"Do we have a healer with us?" I asked while we were running towards it.

"Wait, are you not a paladin?" Orc centurion asked bewildered.

"I am not." I responded dryly. "Don't we have anyone who might help?"

So much I've been reliant on the Light's blessing, I've never really bothered with learning mundane medicine. Deprived of the holy power I constantly found myself helpless when it mattered.

"I can do first aid!" I heard the demon hunter respond matter-of-factly.

Honestly, I would've never expected him to be the type of person to tend to the wounded.

But since my self-loathing definitely couldn't do any good he was the best option available.

"Do what is needed." I answered after a tired sigh.