Daeron cursed, he'd arrived in Denerim only to learn that all Warden were alright out at a forward camp. So getting Storm Beak's armor on her and extra quiver or two of arrows he left quickly. He flew fast, Beaky was ripping through the skies, he saw peasants staring up as they made good time. He locked his boots into Beaky's saddle as he spotted the camp up ahead. "Beaky, flip girl!" With that she turned upside down and closed her wings bring them into a dive bomb towards the camp. Elf smiled drawing arrows from his side quiver he fired in to one of the two Ogre's he saw closing in one on the camp.

Daeron hadn't gotten to fight like this in a long time, it was time to test out his training with Storm Beak. "Up and Off!" She spread her wings slowing them down as he clipped his bow back into place along his back, drawing his sword and shield he freed his boots from the saddle she flipped once more and Daeron fell downwards, right towards a pincushion of an Ogre. He blade buried deep in his back as he slid down it's back using the beast to slow his fall. As he pulled his blade from the Ogre's back he kicked a Hurlock Alpha moving to the stand near the Commander of the Wardens as he looked to the Wardens. "Move your men up, we need them back in the damn hole Commander! We need them their ten minutes ago, get the Ogre down and push back those Hurlocks!" He gave orders hoping the Wardens here had received the letter he sent.

"Beaky Archers!" With that a very angry griffin descended it's claws ripping into Genlock archers tossing them aside. "Get in there! You don't want to be outdone my a Griffin do you!?" Cried the Elf as he charged back into the fray,  blocking and slashing wildly. Storm Beak occasionally lending support with her claws, he finally fell back knowing Storm Beak needed to land and rest. He hoped the sudden attack would have been enough to drive back the horde before they got into even more trouble.

He made his way up to Ferelden's Gray Warden commander and smiled, he was soaked he to toe in Dark Spawn blood. His shield cracked along the griffin icon, his helmet lost somewhere in the fray his red hair specked with flakes of blood. "Nice to meet you Commander, High Constable Lavellan." He offered her his hand, with dripped with blood. "I came from Weisshaupt as soon as I heard, figured you could use the help. With the rest of Griffins either assigned to message running or training Storm Beak and I are about the best you'll get until the other arrive." He answered as he began to clean his with a rag. "Speaking of which I was supposed to be offering you Griffin to bond with, sadly that won't be happening for awhile. So, any news why the Fade this thing is here?" He asked finishing cleaning his armor as Storm Beak landed preening her feather before rolling on to her back and Daeron rubbing her belly.