The portal spits you and DRak out, and find yourselves smack in the middle of a battle. Down at the gates, men struggle to beat back the rapidly advancing waves of orcs. Arrows fly back and forth over a tough stone wall, emitting soft hisses. Luckily they fly low to possibly harm you.
You knew the orcs were the bad guys, you'd studied them in your book. Being a human, albeit one with wings, you understood which side you would fight for. Ordering Drak downward, you find yourself being...
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