An arrow sang,reaping it's first victim. Then another joined the symphony,landing on the back of an isolated Orc,unaware of the dangers that roam the Greenway.
Then,a mysterious figure stood tall and approached the corpse of the foul creature. Recovering the arrow from the body,he then turned and extended his gaze to look at the landscape in the dark Greenway. One could even see,far away,the Deadman's Dike,fraught with danger and dread,and it's fields,with ghostly trees and burned ground.
Heaving a sigh,the figure moved forward,keeping his bow ready,until he started dashing from one bush to another. At last,he arrived at his destination:an Orc camp that lied not far from the road,smoke rising from the fires,horrible laughter and conversations exchanged between the abominable creatures.
Nocking an arrow on the bow,the Hunter approached the prey as slowly as possible,taking care not to be seen. He then aimed and released the arrow,and soon after,the scream of pain and a lifeless thud could be heard,as an Orc fell to the ground.
The Hunting Game had just begun...
