Cries filled the air, both of horror and death. Crashes and thundering booms as chunks of the towers fell onto the battles below, crushing man and orc alike. Arrows flittered this way and that, puncturing armor with cracks and crunches.
Cynraede, Adunabel and Aedicus hunkered down in the boat approaching the wharf still controlled by allied forces. Adunabel leaned up, placing a hand on Cyn's armored shoulder. "Whats the plan?" He whispered as his eyes moved every which way, making sure they were still safe.
"The city lies in ruins, we must first find the one in charge." The hunter pulled his linen hood over his head and pulled his mask up. Jumping slightly as a man fell from the bridge above after being pelted by arrows, silently falling before hitting the water with a splash and soaking the inhabitants of the boat.
Cynraede nodded to the company before leaping out and landing upon the harbor, his bow raised and an arrow already nocked. Adunabel landed behind him and Aedicus to his side. The group looked around, Cynraede lowering his bow as they began to move towards what seemed to be a friendly encampment.
The men sat around the fire, several wounded in the tent just behind them as healers tended their wounds. One stood, walking to Cynraede and raising a hand for them to halt. "What are you doing here? This is no place for vagabonds."
Adunabel chuckled and replied to the young warrior. "Westu Hal, who is left in charge? Why are you encamped so close to the docks?" He shooked his head, peering into the tent and lowering his head in a solemn bow.
"We were cut off from the main force, orcs pushed their way between the bridges and broke our defenses.We cannot fight, most of us are injured, we barely made it down here with our lives." The young man shook his head and looked to the small group.
Cynraede stepped towards the young man, staring at him and the company of men before him. "So, then you shall just bend knee to the enemy and let them break this city? You would have them siege the white city, burn its banners and massacre her people as cattle to the slaughter?" He asked with a tilt of his head.
"No, I'd die before I let that happen... We all would. How are we to get back to the main force?" The young man looked to Cynraede, noting the brooch upon the linen wrapped around his shoulders. It bore seven stars, and a strange rune etched upon the silver.
Cynraede placed a hand upon his shoulder and nodded. "Take up your swords, and follow us. Let us show the enemy the true resolve of man." He nodded and motioned for him to return to the company. "Go, get them ready." He said with a nod.
Adunabel turned and chuckled, speaking with a smile. "We do have a plan, right?" He nudged the Young Hunter with a nod.
Cynraede nodded and whispered. "I chyth vin dregathar o men sui fuin drega od anor."
