The foggy path

[Peabodysan]

I can barely see two feet in front of me. Thought mathias as they rode side by side on into Orsinium. Mathias was never a big fan of Orcs or beasts of that nature but Peabodysan rode on, looking positively cheerful, as if he had beeen there before.

They heard noises off in the distance that put Mathias at unease. This did not look friendly. A place where the midday sun could not be seen was no place Mathias wanted to be, yet here they were, riding on.

~Mathias

"Remind me again Lord, why are we riding here."

~Peabodysan

"I served with Rigmor in several battles, and Orc or not, he was a fierce ally. His kingdom has grown large, and since we share borders with him, I'd like to see where our peoples stand."

~Mathias

"Yes but we can barely see where we are going, I would much like to leave soon."

~Peabodysan

"Patience, young one. Orcs have a strict regimant of patrols. One of them will find us soon. If not, we will come across a fortress city and find lodgin there."

~Mathias

"I hope you're right my lord."

And so they rode on, waiting for any sign of life, any sign of a town, any sign of anything.

[Elmo]

And surely enough they came across a orcish patrol, a hulking mass of spiked implements and green muscle. Banners of the Axe wafted in the breeze, following the winds came the stench..... it was a unmistakeable..... orciness. Huge wargs, their jaws salivating strange oozes and their eyes maddened, patrolled the wings of the group. At the head of it walked no orc, far bellow their huge stature walked a Drow. His coal black skin was harshly contrasted by a fearsome mane of white hair, silken and calm.

The patrol was currently undertaking a journey of the outer provinces, a mere 30 or so orcs undertaking that mission. To those who knew the orcish race and their ways they would be suprised to see the Dark Elf at the head, wearing light armor and with scimitars at each waist. His eyes were intense and bright, staring about him almost constantly with some great inner power. Even amongst creatures that could surely snap him with ease he walked like a noble, strutting his arrogance with each balanced.

Although his elven eyes had seen the oncomers from far away he waited until the orcish patrol could pierce the fogs and make them out. Finally he allowed his harmonious voice to call out, subtle and beautiful gliding tones that tarried in the air for a moment. "Who marches the lands in such fould weather? Speak strangers!"

[Peabodysan]

Peabodysan was surprised to hear human speech with an elvish accent hear in Orc lands, and from the look of his face, so was Mathias. Peabodysan made the large patrol out ahead. This was more then just a standard patrol, for 30 orcs would have been sure overkill. He rode up a but closer so he could clearly see the party, then dismounted and walked over slowly, giving Mathias the motion to do the same. He faced the proud elf, obviously their leader, and bowed his head slightly

"Greetings. I am Peabodysan, lord of Valinoria, you're neighbor to the east. And this is my friend and Steward, Mathias."

Mathias bowed, though not as at ease as Peabodysan when he was facing the business end of 30 orcs. Peabodysan continued.

"We are sorry for the intrusion of your lands and ment no disrespect, we are only traveling here to find out your alligance and information of your lord and kingdom. We share borders and I have been gone for many years, and wish to make sure both our borders are secure."

The orcs began to mutter and growl, taking this as more of a challenge then a peace talk. Mathias looked worried but Peabodysan looked peacefully to the night elf, and waited for his reply.