Nelwyn her head was ringing, feeling heavy. Where was she? What had just happened? Shaking her head a few times to try and recollect what just had passed.<br/><br/><i>The memories came rushing back like a fast river! Blood, screams and the chaos of battle refilled her mind. Two orc warriors crushing the front-lines, rushing in to kill the back filled with the casters and healers.<br/>
They ran towards her, crushing all warriors and paladin like being possessed and followed by more. Nelwyn was sure she would die that moment like the soldiers around her but no! She was pushed back by a group of dwarven rifle men and she landed in the fray between a tauren riding a kodo and a group of footmen trying to kill the said rider and his mount. She dodged the tramping of the kodo's its large feet by rolling further away, and trying to get up she was smacked in the face by a mace. Then darkness came for her or so she thought </i><br/><br/>"Ughh...my head" she said while filling her hand with the energy of the Holy Light she learned to embrace and guide as a priestess in the Cathedral in Stormwind as a novice. In a few seconds the headwound was healed but the slight ringing and dizziness stayed.<br/>After dusting of her priestly white robes, which were now stained by the red dirt of Durotar and filled with holes and cuts some revealing her black underclothing, she peered around and checked for any survivors.<br/>Body's of her allies and foes lay scattered all around her, messy and blood or cut into pieces. She began to slowly and sneaky move around to see if anybody had survived this horrible battle.<br/>On her way passing the body of the dwarven rifleman she found her staff, a simple elegant long dark wooden staff with a yellow orb at the the top. After picking it up and walking a bit further she saw two fingers standing, a demonic horse and a human female with a sword in her hands. Nelwyn rushed over towards the woman to see if she was okay and  needed help dealing with this foe.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>