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Kin pulled her horse Shadow Strider to a stop. The great black Clydesdale stallion snorted as he slowed from his trot. She looked around from beneath the hood of her cloak. Her black cloak hung over her shoulders and covered her, hiding the fact she was a Elf and a female. She also wore a Ranger’s outfit, a warning that she was not to be messed with. She was not known by a nickname yet so she could easily get mistaken for another Ranger who was well known. There was a bow and quiver on her back, several knives on her belt and a sword strapped to her left hip as well as a small bag strapped to the saddle. She looked over the yellow grass and rocky hills. The tracks the Orcs left behind were unmistakable. Tyrex, a young male wolf Kin called friend was ahead of her, sniffing at the tracks.” Tyrex, tán nin en mé.(Tyrex, Show me the way.)" Tyrex perked up and ran the direction of the Orcs, Kin following close behind.";

Kethual has set up camp under an old tree. His white horse stood near by eating the grass.Keth who sat there quietly had he back to the tree, and in his lap he held a bow and some arrows. The young elf's golden eyes watched the sky, but also he kept a keep eye out for any trouble. Picking up his bag Keth pulled out some dryed meat to munch on as he sat there.

Hidden amongst the tracks of the orcs would be some smaller tracks--those of goblins. It might be unusual for them to march under the full glare of the sun, but the last few days had been cloudy and Grayson Grizzlebutt, a particularly stubborn goblin, had his eyes set on a prize that the Orc leader contained.

So Grayson had thought little about braving the grey skies, venturing out from under the mountain's shadow long enough to track down this prize. He was now, in point of fact, setting up an ambush on the orc leader, though it would take some incredible timing to pull it off without losing the majority of his goblin ranks. Still, he was hopeful about this excursion as he watched with glittering yellow-green eyes the mythril chainmail shirt that the orc leader had come by while they took a short rest from their hurried pace.

Trapped, Abalam was fresh out of options. Without his owner, he couldnt do anything. And that made him furious. All his power, and he was traped like this? It was enough to make any man go on a homicidal rage, let alone him. Once he was found, he was going to need to flex his muscels, and it would be a dark day for whoever was in his way.

Tyrex stopped and sniffed the bottle that held Abalam. Kin stopped her horse and hopped off. She picked up the bottle." Found you." She looked at the human Balog. Her face was still hidden in shadow but her deep blue eyes watched him, shining through the shadow." By the gods, you were hard to find Abalam."

"Then maybe you should let me out so im not so damn hard to find." Abalam growled.

From his perch Talvaul could see almost the whole side of the mountain. He was sitting in one of the only trees on the moubtian, overlooking the entire vally! His bright green hair stood out against the dead winter branches, as he layback against the branch he was sitting on and fell asleep.