Zyf's Journal Part 27
Siege at Tentail
After successfully restoring the sun, defeating the evil god Balor, liberating the northern sea tribes, rescuing the noble Retrovir family daughters, and thwarting the Termilatude at every turn, Zyf’s Talons have returned to this fair town to offer their assistance to the people within struggling against overwhelming odds and fighting for their very lives.
((TELEPORT)) “Head to the great house,” yelled Zyf, devoted cleric of Myn, over the torrential rains, “I’m getting soaked!”
“Aye, this way, I reckon,” said Flann heading off towards the long, low building to the north-east. “This is a real pisser, Zyf.”
“Tell me about it,” said Emma, her hair plastered to her head and her jerkin sticking inappropriately to her slender form.
‘Smuj is singin’ in the rain, just singin’ in the rain. What a glorious feelin’, Smuj is happy again. Smuj will walk down the lane, wit a happy refrain, just laughin’ and singin’ in the rain!’ sang Smuj as he jumped from one puddle to another his great muscled physique only matched by the great toothy grin playing on his half-orcish face.
Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, the Talons entered the great house of Tentail and found that they were not alone. The interior had been converted to a make-shift triage center. Half the people within seemed to be tending the other half who lay on the earthen floor moaning in pain due to their injuries. The siege at Tentail had begun and the orcs outside the moderately fortified village had been relentless. Their superior numbers wreaking havoc on the local population.
As soon as the initial shock of seeing so many humans laid low by the weapons of the orcish reavers had worn off, Zyf, exemplary healer, sprung into action. His movements were a blur as he rushed from person to person, group to group, area to area, offering assistance to the overworked, judiciously casting his healing magicks on the more severely injured and directing the makeshift nursing squad into an elite healing unit.
“More bandages!” yelled the focused dwarf. “Put pressure on that wound! Bring blankets and fresh water! Stoke that fire!” Just watching him work was raising the spirits of the wounded humans in the vicinity. Now, although they were sorely injured, they felt a peace that they hadn’t felt before. This, yes this, might be enough to stem the tide of battle on the plains outside and turn their fortunes to victory over the overwhelming horde seeking to slay them all.
“Flann! Emma! Smuj! It falls on you three to find out the situation outside, my skills are required here,” ordered the great towering bastion of goodness and light. “I will join you momentarily. I fear this weather is unnatural and has been cast by that despicable druid and cad, Jackal, to hide the movements of his orcish horde. Find out what you can, time is of the essence.”
“Aye, Zyf,” responded that trio and they hurried back outside into the torrential rains without a care for themselves. Truly, the majesty of Zyf had been imprinted onto their very psyches.
Flann was the first to return to the long house. “Um, Zyf?” he said interrupting the mighty cleric as he delivered twins, performed an appendectomy and counseled some warriors on Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.
“What is it Flann? I’m quite busy here administering to these fine people.”
“Welp, Emma’s missing, the giant flying squid thing is here, and it seems that Smuj has gone and got hisself dead. Just thought you should know.”
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