It has been three weeks since the fall of Fort Gansforth, in that time Orc tribes have flocked to the area to join the Bloodfang Clan under the guise of making the Orc race great again. This swell of Orcs has lead to raiding and pillaging across the countryside and putting the Sedan's Kinghts heavily on the defensive trying to keep back the Orc threat. And after much debate the Sedan Senate have chosen to reject the Order's offer for help declaring this invasion as an act of War and refusing to let the other nations see them turn to the Order just to drive back some Orcs. Not seeing any other options the Order has sent out a 500 man hunting party into the Takari Wilds who's sole purpose is to take the head of Thresh Bloodfang.

It has been one week since the hunting party left Dragon's Maw and three days since they crossed into the Takari Wilds. Already the Order's Hunting party has faced plenty of Orcs and other creatures flocking to the Bloodfang Banner proving that if this Orc isn't slain soon that this threat could become something all to real to the Sedan people. The party approaches one of the final hurtles before reaching Fort Gansfoth, The Darkfang Pass, A valley ripe for ambush with an Orc Encampment making its home in the center almost as if waiting for the Order's arrival.

-=Order Camp Command Tent=-
"[color=f26522]Are you sure we only want to send this group?[/color]" General Kaldor asks looking over a table with a crude map of the area sprawled on it. "[color=00aeef]Yes, you should know not to question me by now. This group will be more than up for the task, or do you doubt any of your 500 handpicked soldiers for this mission?[/color]" Liang shot back at him while moving to place wooden pieces onto the table. "[color=00aeef]It is a simple strategy even you should be able to understand "cut off the head and the rest shall fall" easy enough[/color]" She continued. "[color=f26522]Fine as long as our scouts information is accurate then this team will be able to pull this off[/color]" Kaldor says getting up from the table and hands a piece of paper to one of the messengers in the tent. "[color=f26522]Go summon these people here. We have a special roll for them in the upcoming battle.[/color]" The messenger nods before running off.

-=Order Camp Fire Pit (or one of them)=-

"[color=1a7b30]Alright, Alright I'll tell you one I lost alright, will that make you happy?[/color]" Siegfried mocked sitting around the fire with his nightly crew to entertain. "T[color=1a7b30]here was this one Bastard Dreg, literally a Bastard. He was the illegitimate Child of the ringmaster, everyone knew it even him, but his father couldn't publicly claim him because of the fact his mother had been a Slave. But the bastard always found a way to rig his fights. Worst time he ever got me was the time he poisoned me right before a match. Someone slipped something into my drink and by the time I walked out into the Arena I couldn't tell which one of the bastards to hit. I spent a good five minutes flailing around my weapon trying to find the prick and I got hit more than enough times, still have some scars,[/color]" He says while lifting a bit of his shirt to show off a scar on his left side. "[color=1a7b30]Eventually I just got tired of it threw away my sword and was able to get my hands on the little bastard. Was able to snap his arm before he bashed me in the face with his hilt and I went down. I was out of the fights for a few days that little shit spent two months recovering before he was out in the Arena again.[/color]" Siegfried says while looking around. "[color=1a7b30]How about any of you got a good story to tell?[/color]" He asks seeing if anyone is willing to speak up.