Rivendell RPG

[Cimmerian]

Azruk rode out alone on Azalel, thundering around the borders of the city walls. He had no word yet of Narcis and Sokursh and he felt like he should be investgating matters personally. There was also no word from Thrakatburz.

He pondered upon these thoughts as Azalel raced on towards the abandoned Orc camp, a mile off the Bruinen. The bodies of Elf and Orc now a decaying feast for the carrion fowls and varg, lay covering the landscape.

He knew Elenna had survived and escaped and he was wary of her riding off to get reinforcements. It would be wise for him to do the same. As he approached the camp, he caught the scent of fear and fresh elfblood, reining Azalel around he headed straight for it's source.

It appeared to be coming form the seemingly abandoned tent of Thrakatburz. As he neared he also felt the presence of another... the elfwitch sorceress.... "How many lives does that one have" He snarled and kicked Azalel into high gear.