Combe Town Watch

The evening starts to creep in, the long day is coming to a close. Brendmor Forsten stands looking over the town square, the traders hawking their wares, the bustle of the town still present. He glances over seeing his relief head into town following their patrol in Chetwood. Those about him notice his mood pick up, a smile crosses his face, he rolls his head breathing a sly of relief realizing his shift has finally come to an end.

And so it begins. I can already feel a chill on my stomach, the air gets tense and hard to breathe. I've always heard the few very moment before a battle is always a mystical one that will stay in the memory of men for the rest of their lives. And it is indeed true. Even after so many battles fought, I still feel it... I still change...