[h2][center][color=00ff66]Calanon[/color] (& Brogach)[/center][/h2] 
                                                                                             [color=00ff66]Location:[/color]Beside the Cave
                                                                                          [color=00ff66]Interacting with:[/color]Skeletons, Group, Red form of mist 

A dangerous look fell upon Calanon's usually calm and cool visage. His eyes glinted with even a bit of rage as the unnatural bombardment of Skeletons continued upon the Orcish ranks, and this newfound peril sought to engulf them within its misty torrents. Or so it looked to him. Either way, it felt ill and heretical to the very facets of the natural world. He did not think he could effect the red malleable form that approached and seemed to find an opening, so he sought to be where he was most useful. 

He never thought he'd be attempting to be useful to Orcs, but that was something he felt he could effect with his bow, and launched arrow after arrow at the running skeletons. Perhaps some of the ones he was firing at would be within the overgrowth Cyneburg was attempting to erect, but either way Calanon had trained with his bow for many years. Perhaps he could hit a few. Even if he felt no love for Orcs, this was their home being attacked, and he had little desire to fight Orcish skeletons if many died in this fight.