Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140424220522/@comment-24784616-20140426042653

"Men! Gather all the survivors and take them into the city!" an Imperial woman in red and gold armor,-presumably the leader of the soldiers- ordered. Raddan laid on the floor, clutching at his bleeding arm while staring at the dark sky. The woman approached him, holding her hand out.

"Can you get up?"

"Ye-yeah.. just give me a sec.." He winced as he grabbed her arm with his good arm, and pulled himself up.

"That wound looks bad, take this," she offered him a healing potion.

Raddan quickly drank it and wiped his mouth with his hand. "I.. I need to take him back inside.." he pointed to Thetric, mumbling weakly from the blood loss.

"Don't worry about, we'll take care of it," she assured him. "You, come here! Get this man back inside," she called towards a passing soldier.

"Aye, ma'am." The soldier gently grabbed Raddan's good arm, nudging him inside.

After a few hours, the injured soldiers were taken back to the University, Thetric being sent to the more experienced mages. They were all set on tables, being tended to.