Thunder echoed off the rolling hills of the gentle land just in front of the ranger outpost most called Esteldin. Rain drops pattered softly onto the ground as the small storm set in, though it did not matter to the small company that traveled back to their home of Arrowhaven.
Cynraede pulled his hood up over his head as he exited the city atop his horse in a trot, the three others behind him. Gaildrin Drakehand, whom he knew little of. Alkawen hired him to guard the village some time back, though he had a feeling that not all was as it seemed, there was much potential in his soul, a strength that did not burn within a great many men. Angelnarth, whom he knew quite well in times past. A man whom served in Rivendell to the elves, how Alkawen found him he did not know, but she had her ways of finding those she needed. Then there was the little one named Rannie, whom most people had taken to calling her the Rat, who had grown into something so much more. She strode into a fight along side him, without hesitation, without even thinking about the vast numbers that overwhelmed them. She had seen a lot during her time in Aughaire, and he had a feeling it was far from over.
They rode out on a journey back to Arrowhaven, back to the place he called home. The hunter looked to the sky quietly as his eyes darted back and forth in search of the raven who was no where to be found, a worrying feeling filling his mind as he started Adjusting the short sword that was strapped firmly to his back. He let a soft sigh escape his mouth as he listened to Angelnarth speak of the ruins that were scattered across this land, across orc infested, Angmarim patrolled land.
He sighed as he looked at the burning farm before them, bodies strewn out across the land as the small group of Angmarim approached. His heart sank and his mind began to work, spotting out the ones who stayed back to support their comrades, this was not going to be fun.
