[center][h2][color=silver][u]          [b]Kreneas Shadeweaver[/b]          [/u]
[color=silver][sup][sup]Current Location: Mirkwood Outskirts[/sup][/sup][/color]
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[center][color=silver][i]"To ask why we fight is to ask why the leaves fall." - Chen Stormstout[/i][/color][/center]
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An eerie silence had filled the atmosphere of the majestic forest. The silence was common place for the woods, but today was usual and off-putting. Rumors of orcs prowling the wooden outskirts had risen from the small communities near the border, and many were worried about the dangers they would face if the rumors were true. Orcs were wicked in nature, ravishing the farmlands and forests to feed their war machine. They would take prisoners as slaves, kidnapping them from their homelands and most likely using the slaves for their own nefarious purposes. Elves, men and all races alike were outraged by the onslaught that the orcs had brought upon their lands, yet it was ultimately hard to track a continuously moving force. The orcs had no borders, and went where they pleased, destroying all signs of civilization as their massive warbands moved across the various lands of the world.

In an attempt to counter the orcish advance, the elves of Mirkwood had increased the numbers of companies patrolling the border. The woods were a natural defense against any army, so the elves had a few regiments for guarding the outskirts of the elven realm, yet now they face an orc threat at their doorstep. The small guard contingent would've quickly been overwhelmed by the advancing orcs as their foe continued their rapid advance through the Mirkwood, so in hopes for a savior, the contingent eagerly sent a plea for more soldiers to protect the wooden border. As if the gods were watching, several weeks after the messenger had arrived at the Mirkwood capital, a large number of elven magi, archers and skirmishers had arrived to defend the outskirts, all commanded by a well-known general, Fhelethil Mosscrest. Chosen by the ruler of the Mirkwood himself, Mosscrest, known for his ambush and skirmishing tactics, made a quick pace to the border with his army, and began to situate his men and women deep inside the forest to meet the orcs with full force once they had arrived. 

As part of one of General Mosscrest's various placements of his forces, the company that Irime and Kreneas belong to is situated on a hill overlooking a small village. Their encampment is hidden between a group of large Mirkwood trees, carefully hiding the soldiers and the glow of their minor campfire from any onlookers or orcish scouts. It would be quaint, like a camping trip with friends if it weren't for the various weapons and armor scattered throughout the encampment. By the time the dispatched scouts had returned to the camp, the sky was filled with a beautiful night sky, dotted with stars. Kreneas looked up from cleaning his blade as they made their return, and joined the rest of their companions to hear the briefing that the scouts had brought after taking a momentary rest from their adventure. They motion for Irime to join them as well.