The sun had stood low the day Milcroft had left the homesteads in Falathlorn and Roy with Cait and her new man, after all she wanted saftey and as it was not he knew he could not give her that, after all, he had been called back..and this time he had no choice but to let Caith know, even how much it would pain him. He glanced over his shoulder as he led his steed down the path from the house.. hoping Roy would be there when or if he got back..
Weeks passed as Milcroft traveled back to Elthengles, days seemed to drag out he thought, some days it rained, some days the sun stood low on the autumn sky, casting its light on him where he rode, feeling as if he rode in shame, he thought so at least. HE knew he had it all once then these calls back t o Elthengels started to come..calls that meant he had to leave his two most prized thigns in his life and this time he would lose it he feared it would be so and it had turned out like that as well.
Finally, weeks later he walked through the gates to Elthengels, walking up to the mead hall and into it to meet the Thane. It did not take long for Mil to know he would not be back that fast he had hoped for as the Then told him he wsa needed on his usual place, on the East wall. Mil nodded and made his way out of the Mead Hall and to the smith to have his sword sharpened some more. Later that evening he rode out, followed by young boys he thought..boys that would be home by their mothers or chasing girls in the town..not being out here as soldiers..
They reached the camp during midnight, the men that were in the camp started to muble as soon as they saw Milcorft there, roumors had begun to go the first time he had been there, how the orcs had begun to fear the sword of Milcroft, the Elthenglian sword, the sliver flash. Milcorft looked around the camp not rememberign a single one, he found his usual campsite and set up his tent there. He crawled inside the tent and fell asleep, hearing the drums he knew so well thumping in the distance. "Bloody orcs.." he muttered in his tent and wrapped his cloak tighter around him.
The following morning he woke up by a voice he rememberd but when he looked it was no one there, "Caith.." he whisperd for himself as he crawled out the tent, strapping the sword and the shield to his waist and arm and went out to the guardpost.
From here there is no known record of what did happen really (more to follow)
