OOC: I'll leave you there, Xander can't attack and I'm going to recommend William to go at the Warrior, you'll get the personal kill.
"Willaim! Make sure tha Warrior can't get a free hit on us!" Althior screams as his heart pounds against the cold steel of his locket. Memories start to flood back to him.
He smelled fire, the burning of paper, as he sat in his room. Could it be his grandfather and one of his crazy accidents again? Probably. He waited for a few minutes, but the smell did not cease. He began to worry. He sat up and left his room, sprinting down the hall. He got to his Grandfather's room where he was nowhere to be seen. He heard voices and screaming from down the hall he came. He ran back to see a few men-like creatures, holding his sister. One was Orcish, holding a sword, while the other had yellow tattoo's and an Axe with him. They were also accompanied by a mechanical
"'Ello 'ello 'ello!" The Orc took off his bronze helmet, "We've been expecting you..." Grof the orcish hunter approached closer.
Althior comes back to realtity, remembering the poacher he attacked in the woods. He knew it was the same Orc. And he needed to find him once again.