(OOC: He's been along, just haven't really had good material to write for him, my bad on that)<br/><br/>Michael headed off towards the soldiers, the thirty brave men waiting there around the wagons still. Luna nod her head in agreement getting ready, chanting something a bit aside as Gabriel began to approach the tavern. The doorway opened to a gruesome sight. The orcs had captured the women and children, and from the looks of it, decided to make the tavern a spectacle that would crush the spirits of anyone following. There was not going to be anyone to save here. The orcs had killed everyone, many people were missing limbs, and bodyparts had been nailed to walls.<br/><br/>A few of the womens corpses had been left covering a pile of childrens corpses, but it was obvious these orcs were on warpath not for slaves or pleasure, but total annihilation. Not one person in the village that hadn't run off (if anyone had had the time) had survived from the looks of it. There were at least thirty orcs laughing downstairs, and from the sounds of it, more upstairs, tearing the place apart, the sounds of breaking furniture sounding out, and two orcs on stage playing drums for laughs, and one more playing a bard's lute. The bard herself lay nearby, cut open from her stomach to her neck, left where she fell.<br/><br/>There was a body of a knight nearby, still dressed in silver-shaded platemail, with his neck a bloody stump. His head seemed missing, till Gabriel spotted it. Dripping blood on a portrait of Iomedae.<br/><br/>Yet as it ran down, there were letters that only Gabriel's eyes seemed to pick up.<br/><br/><em><strong>Never again.</strong></em>