Aftermath (Part 2)

Vorcet gasped in a breath as he sat bolt upright off the floor.  The vision already starting to fade.  It wasnt a dream, the dead dont dream. Just enough remained to remind Vorcet of what he had been doing prior to the invasion.

Vorcet slowly stood up and walked to the window in the tower.  The sun had travelled two hours in the sky since entering the tower after Kefka had breathed his last.  The gates remained unmanned as the insurgents evaluated the damage to the city and began organizing themselves.

So much work was yet to be done with the city before Vorcet could  return to his investigations.  So many arrangements to be made.  Vorcet openned a gate into the basement of Elbryan's house.  He made his way upstairs to his room and his wardrobe.  He pulled the bloodstained vectorian armor off and tossed it in the corner. 

Vorcet had gotten a few strange looks at first as he waded into the  combat directing his spells at vectorians but most simply seemed to  understand.  Vorcet had allowed himself to get too close to the front  lines and his spells had attracted Kefkas personal attention.  Only  the prayers and spells of the priests had kept Vorcet standing through  Kefka's onslaught.  Every so often Vorcet would feel the rush of his  magical powers returning only to catch a glimpse of a familiar halfling  chanting arcane phrases in the crowd.  Spells flew and weapons had  flashed for what seemed an eternity.  But in the end, the combined  forces of the realm had ended the vectorian occupation.

Vorcet pulled a clean set clothes out of his wardrobe.  Thankful for Elbryan's staff's diligence.  He dressed slowly working out the stiff muscles and freshly healed wounds.  It had been weeks since Vorcet had seen his own clothing, much less his own face.  He stopped for a moment to inspect his appearance.  Minus the blood and terribly uncomfortable vectorian armor, Vorcet felt almost human again, almost.

Taking a last glance in the mirror and muttering a quick prayer to Talos for letting him see another day, Vorcet opened another gate back to westbridge.  The guard tower was still empty as he worked his way to the streets below.  Vorcet wound his way through the crowd, taking in the damage that had been wrought by both sides of the conflict.  Yes, it was indeed time to begin the healing of the town.

A calling

Alsin sat in his office going over some old plans and the new plans for the remodeling of his home. There was a huge underground that he was hoping to change in the near future and was feeling rushed to get it done. As he sat there he heard a knock on his front door. Alsin looked over at Juke, his newly hired servant, and nodded to him as if directing him to answer the door. Juke nodded and rushed off to get the door. Within minutes Juke returned with a small Makou lab employee by his side. The employee began to speak. "Mr. Alsin, sir, your presence is requested back at the Tripower Tower by Ror. He requires your assistance on a project of some sort." Alsin nodded and let out a small grunt at the employee acknowledging his statement and then waved his hand to Juke signaling to escort the employee out of his office.

Alsin stood up and looked at the large painting above his desk, "what have you done my friend" he muttered to himself. He looked at the seal upon his cloak that he now bore, the seal of the Tripower Hero. After many minutes Alsin placed the hood of his cloak over his head and began his Journey to the Tripower Tower in search of Ror.