[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=f7941d][center]World Narrative[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3][hr][hr]
	Group One: Heda and Fabios. Location:Edge of Grand Plain and Forest(???)For Fabios's attack, the second grounded elf managed to block it partially, protecting his vitals, but the following shoulder slam, send him back on the ground, groaning painfully. The other riders were getting ever more enraged. For night elves these guys didn't seem to be any different from a group of enraged orcs! They and their mounts all roared as they encircled the two outlanders. One of the huge cats pounced at Fabios, but it's rider fell off his saddle, pulling the reigns and causing the cat to veer to the left hitting another saber instead. Despite that the enemies were still many and strong as a arrow flew just by his very head, leaving a thin trace of blood on his cheek, numbness spreading from the cut.
	
		Avol. Location:Edge of Forest(???) The sounds of battle are pulling him way further away from his camp. There's the end of the treeline in the near distance, but if he goes to check it out, he could find himself exposed without his trusty hired muscle. What he could see through the treeline out in the plain is the crackle and blue flashes of lightning.

	 Group Two: Ivaron, Quiana and Gronar. Location: Ancient Forest(???) With the orc down, a second veil of moonlight fell upon him, sapping any left over energy to fight as the riders hurried to tie him up in sturdy enchanted ropes. The leader of the guards who had caught them, silently listened to what Quiana and Ivaron were saying, his eyebrows locked in a suspecting manner.

	“The three of you are under arrest! We shall bring you to Lord Ravencrest. He shall be the one to decide what to do with you. Even you, kinswoman. Leading unknown creature into our lands! Tie them up, we shall lead them to Suramar where they could be properly detained.” The man stated as two of the riders hopped off their sabers to tie the Druid and the Mage with ropes that had a magical glow to them. They would seal the magic of the prisoners until a proper confinement was reached. Thus the prisoners were being put on sabers for faster transport.” You better stay put, ….” The man started to say to Gronar, but didn't really have an idea what the orc was.” Any other problems and I don't mind bringing your head. WE've already have more prisoners to interrogate.”

	“You, where did you learn the magical arts?” The hooded night elf who had proven himself to be a magician asked Ivaron, having sensed the arcane aura from him.  This was baffling him, cause he could quite clearly sense a good refinement of the magic skills in the human.

	Unknown by all, except Quiana, a presence was observing them all from the shadows of the forests. It was a familiar presence she felt. One she had not done so in years. An ancient presence, a kind, but ferocious protector of the wild. She felt the presence of Cenarius. He was not there in his physical form, but she clearly saw his face forming on the nearby bushes. He didn't say anything, but had a clearly curious expression, studying the druid.
 [hr][hr][center][h1][color=6ecff6]Heda Runeclaw[/color][/h1][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/intermediary/f/99811e01-102e-4792-9fb6-3be41f379d81/dcwkquf-e42176c9-0d30-44ce-b269-30154604b8bb.jpg[/img][hr][color=6ecff6][b]Location[/b][/color]: Edge of Ancient Forest and Plain(???)[/center][hr][hr]

	The enemies jumped them fast and furious, as another saber also pounced on her again, she defended with her axe, smashing the beast's head in like she had done once already, the lightning of the weapon shocking the rider as he tumbled on the ground. She roared as she was about to hit the man, but an arrow came flying and hit a part of her armored gountlet, but the next arrow flew true and struck her right in the shoulder. She felt a searing pain and a weird numbing sensation as her hand was losing it's strength![color=6ecff6]” Poisoned arrows! Cowardly Dogs!”[/color] She roared and used her other arm to pull out the arrow, but the damage was done, her main hand was incapacitated.

	Instead she used her still working hand to clothesline a night elf right off his panther as he dashed past her. You could hear his neck cracking and once he was on the ground, his head was turned in a weird angle, his eyes unmoving... a dead stare into nothingness. In the next moment a saber suddenly bit her working hand from behind and managed to drag her down on the ground as some more joined to maw and claw at her limbs.