[B]LowLands Border[/b]

In the early hours of the morning a hobbled figure shuffled into the LowLands. A body ragged and beat, fell to the ground. After a few moments it moaned softly, like that of a wounded animal.

The watchers stayed hidden for the time being watching and waiting for a trap. With silent nods three emerged from their hidding place, two watched their flanks bows drawn. The third split the middle. They moved silently, their feet making no sound over the shrubbed terrain. Once they reached the body,it was apprent that it was in fact a he, his feet were bleeding, run raw, he suffered superficials and scrapes to his limbs and face. They stood in silence, it was easy to tell he was a brother from the tattoos that adorned his exposed flesh. They cuffed him by the arm pits, the third man slowly moved backwards covering their trail. Once they were in the thicket again he gave a sharp whistle. And from the brush seventeen other archers appeared making a defensive line waiting to cover their brothers retreat. Once far enough into the woods they all disappeared back into the brushes.

The journey took a day, and the man slipped further into his sleep though they managed to pack his wounds with dirt It was not likely he would make it. They laid him on the path towards the top of the mountain his body trembled, and quivered. He opened his eyes for a brief moment after a light slap across the cheek...Then they coaxed the tail of their capture came to be known. The archer's brow pushed together his face showing some troubled thoughts. "I'll make sure the Warchief hears." He drew his hunting knife from his boot, and quickly drove it into throat of the man, the knife digging into his spine. "May you earn enough honor to join the hunt brother." After the convulsing stopped he withdrew his blade wiping the blood off and slid it back into his boot. He looked to his counter part " Ready brother?" With that they headed up the mountain.

 [B]Ashbridge Fortress[/b] 

Kerrigore listened carefully to the two men As they recounted the tale, he gave a soft sigh. In all his years as GrimWrath Clan Elder he had never been so dissapointed. He waved the men away and continued to study his maps. Tapping his chin softly, occasionally he used a bit of charcoal to sketch on the stone map. ( which had been carved into the large table years earlier ) "Bring me our most accomplished raiders, I want ten of them. " The guard at the door dipped out. He knew it would be an hour Or more before he had them here. The younger warriors viewed him as mysterious because often times he didn't speak or let his plans be known until they were being put into action. 

Several hours later the sun was getting ready to set. And in road ten men all mounted upon their elk. They tied up their mounts and hurried inside. They strolled into the war room, and were surprised to find themselves alone there. But soon kerrigore strolled in with his greying hair. The men kneeled "Evening Brothers, please stand, now yo why i called you here , you ten know the northern land the best.Your in depth knowledge of the land will aid in what I'm trying to accomplish. But first I need you to tell of the forts that form their border". They stood in awkward silence as they were never asked their opinion before but soon some one broke the silence "Aye, Chieften." And then they engaged in discussion talking and planing it went on into the wee hours of the morning. 

[B]Ashbridge Hoard[/b]

Destitor stood with his arms crossed. His eyes watching the slaves carefully as they finished counting the final bars iron. The whole hall looked organized and much neater since the war chief had them organize and take down how many of each bar. He was pleasently surprised at the slaves reaction when they first entered the hall. As far as he knew they were the first people other than his brothers and sisters to have ever stepped foot into the hoard hall.

They stood in a row all smiling and laughing with one another. They knew destitor to be one of the softer of his kind and often permitted this kind of behavior. "You have the count right? You wrote it down so I can show the Warchief?" They all nodded almost in unison. "Who is the smartest of you five?" They looked at each other confused till three of them raised their hands. " The three of you then? " in a flash he drew his short sword, he cut down the two who had not raised their hands. " You three will keep track of the hoard. You're never to leave this hall again. " He left the hall and four burly men walked in dragging large chains. They fashioned them around d their ankles and neck, and then to the wall. Riveting each one so that escape was almost impossible