Hlicimi

Emerging from the whispering mists that covered the fields, Mornenion and Egfor moved together silent, eyes focused on the obstacle that lay ahead. Two orc sentries, sleepily keeping watch. Both raised the bows simultaneously, aiming to silently dispose of the sentries. The arrows whistled through the air and the orcs fell. The way was clear and in The Black Steel went, to find the one who was lost.