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Like every battle before, and likely every battle that will come, the plan in place does not even survive the first few minutes before it needs adjusting. When the roar makes the ground tremble and Emmawynn sees the warg chasing Gemmah toward her, she shifts her focus. She shoots arrow after arrow into his flesh, causing him to stagger in anger, to pursue harder, to lash out in pain.
Shadows grew long afore the dimmed dawn
while men awoke to muted horns;
hearty men green-cloaked and ironclad.
Far they had ridden on well-trained steeds,
passing over river, mound and dale;
heavy hoofs broke ground well-traveled,
resting now on cold and dewy grass.
Still their fires burned and embers flew;
birds singing and crickets playing
in the misted morning, while the sun rose
behind mountains white-enclouded.
Waelden and the Horn of Faldham; one of his prized possessions and ever a hope in the darkness. Many are the horns given out to veteran warriors and heralds as a token of courage and valour, and its sound is well known through the Norcrofts.
With the sun veiled behind blood-red clouds and the fields dark and shadowed, the ground began to shake violently beneath us, and a thunderous roar of anger and outright evil shattered the peaceful evening journey we had all hoped for.