Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140424220522/@comment-24784616-20140426052930

Byerik had stayed in the Tower during the battle, unaware of the event. It wasn't until he heard soldiers rushing through the streets when he head outside. He followed them to the University to help out.

He had finished tending to one of the city's guards when he felt a presence behind him. He turned around, meeting the eyes of a familiar woman.

"..Augka? Is.. is that really you?"

"Oh it's me alright," she smiled. The two embraced, and pulled away after a moment.

"By the Nine Byerik, you've really grown up. Just look at you," Augka commented, ruffling his hair.

"Yeah, I could say the same," he joked. "So, you really went out and formed a rebellion. I wouldn't even call it a rebellion, it's like a damn army."

"You saw the fort? It was easy to recruit members, they all truly, and I mean truly, hated the Empire to the core. After a while, we really grew into this," she said, motioning to her armor and passing soldiers.

The two continued conversing, catching up.

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Raddan woke up on a table, surrounded by the numerous injured. His whole body was sore, and he had some cuts on his face that were stinging. He sat up slowly, trying not to get himself dizzy. Remembering the injury on his arm, he hesitantly glanced to it. He let out a sigh of relief. A bandage was tightly wrapped around it, though he felt a stinging and a weird burning feeling running through his arm. Nevertheless, he was relieved it was still working.

His assisting mage gave him some potions and rags to clean his cuts, and left to tend for others. He sat up straight on the table, gently dabbing the cloth to his face.