Envoy Northward

"This place reeks of the scorched earth of war!" Adrahil muttered as he watched the vultures wheeling across the sky. (Twenty-first Prince of Amroth)

"There was a war here!" A knight frowned at the wreckage strewn across the ground.

"Orcs! They've been dead for months!" The knight sent out to scout returned and shook his head.

"Looks like their war is already over..." Adrahil frowned, holding Gondor's great banner aloft.

"There are no human corpses. They must have won!" a knight reasoned.

"Those who had time to collect the bodies were undoubtedly the victors. And judging by these wound marks..." Adrahil raised a brow.

"Such smooth cuts, spines severed cleanly in two... This was probably the work of Professional Soldiers!" Adrahil casually tossed away the Orc vertebra in his hand, then dusted off his hands.

"What do you think, Knight Captain Holfa?" Adrahil turned to Holfa. This Knight Captain was the leader of the Swan Knights who had once escorted the Goblin prince Jessiava!

"They have a full Square Banner Knight Order. It was probably their work. Their infantry wouldn't have pushed this far in..." Holfa nodded.

"Orcs have been active here. It seems our situation is rather troublesome..." Adrahil frowned and looked around.

"We traveled east from the Brown Lands, crossing all of Romanian, and didn't encounter many Orcs along the way... There shouldn't be a large Orc army nearby!" Holfa frowned.

"Let's hope so. These Orcs have been dead for so long that their main army should have left the area already!" Adrahil consoled himself.

"The river ahead should be the Swift River, right?" Adrahil looked at Holfa.

"That's right. Once we cross the river and head north, we'll reach the Lagrange Kingdom!" Holfa nodded in confirmation.

"Then let's cross quickly! We came here with a mission!" Adrahil