Larekh'Thar left his camps late in the night, his light mail armor darkened by handfuls of smeared mud and a massive double headed battle axe in hand. The orc warrior was young, ready to test himself in battle for his Warchief and secure the forest that the Warsong Clan had begun tried to tame so long ago. On the far west coast, close to the forest edge and ancient elven ruins danger was eternal and the small outpost lived under the constant threat of the treacherous night elves silently slipping out of the tress and destroying their only access to the vital coastline.
His patrol was a simple one that would take him most of the night, brushing briefly into the wood to a simple trail that ran through the forest, keeping well away from the few known night elf encampments and keeping his eye
