3. Into the Shit

The Knight in Shining Armor and Shit slowly arose and staggered around, when he removed his helm I could see he was an Atlantean Celestial - an Emhydrian Human - blue eyed and built like a flesh golem on steroids, he hadn’t noticed Terwin and I yet, as we were still hiding in the shadow of the culvert outflow pipes. He searched the partly skeltized corpse of the official and had pocketed everything, I could see he was lost, not just lost in terms of his current location, but lost mentally as well - he had been Moonstruck.
 
We quickly decided to form an alliance - with his sheer strength we had a good chance now of surviving the numerous orcs and their commanders in the sewers. What we had noted was that the Orcs were organised - highly organised, and incredibly strong, at least three times a normal orcs power. It was the Moonstruck event - many had been changed not only in mentality but in physical form as well. Some had transformed into totally different races - and had awoken as humanoids, or even undead. Some had transformed in some minor fashion, changing hair color and vision, some had lost their identities, some had even changed profession over night. No one knew why or how this had happened. Only that it HAD happened In Marconian’s case he had lost all knowledge except his name and some memories about a shipwreck. But he had a Coat of Arms that I recognised - a Mark - the Mark of a Flaming Arrow that I had seen in Cadiz. This was no coincidence.
 
We made our way towards the first small group of Orcs, and felled them swiftly. We noticed that they were all armed with Pavis (Pavian Blades) and Pavian Shields - bearing the Pavis Coat of Arms. This could only mean that the bearers had at some point been in one of the Pavian Legions. Yet still we succeeded in killing them. Now growing in confidence we made our way to the next group and pounced. It was hard going, and at this point I had noticed that Terwin was useless. He managed to scratch one orc only once in the entire battle. Marconian showed how well he could soak up the damage, we continued.
 
The next group was the worst - a Lieutenant and a Captain launched themselves at Marconian who was able to best them, and at this point we found a fully silver long sword - very strange in design and etched in unusual runes and writings. Yet Marconian did not use it - simply putting it in among the other weaponry that we had collected. He also found a spear, but the tip of it was untarnished and I could not make out whether it was magical or not - again it was packed in with the rest of the weapons.
 
Growing in confidence even more we set the next group to rout, and it was at this point that we noted how many injuries Marconian had actually suffered, this was getting serious. Right on cue we received both a curse and a blessing, an Orc Enforcer stepped to the fore - armored in Banded Armor and wielding a Two handed Blade of Pavian Legion issue - strikes from this would hurt - we should have backed off into the sewer’s narrower areas but instead stood our ground in another culvert cistern area with enough space for the huge blade to be swung at us. Marconian bested the Enforcer and noted the presence of an Unholy Symbol - the symbol of the Orc Clan known as the Broken Moon. It took very little for us to realise how the events in the heavens above us a mere three weeks earlier would have inspired this particular tribe to be so brazen as to invade the inner city cisterns of Pavis - this was starting to look like an invasion. But now what? Wounded more seriously than ever - Marconian could not continue for much longer.