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"He is in your fort and I don't intend to bring him along when we march." Rob replied.

(Gallahad is way ahead of the others in the timescale, over a day. Fort Storig and Wayrest are in the same time period, while the Crows are a tiny bit behind.)

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As the sun was setting, Sir Lyon saw the gates of the Stronghold openning. As they did, the remaining 90 Orcs from outside were led in by their Chief. "Form up!" Lyon ordered, trying to organize a defense, but it was too late.

The battle was quick and decisive. The Orcs defeated the Crows in Gar Aglakh, killing over half of them and capturing the rest. The surviving Crows, only about 20, were brought before the Orc Chief.

Lyon was with them. He was bleeding on is side, the pain from the War Axe that had dug into his flesh was still present. He was kneeling, as were the other Crows, in front of the Chief. He looked up, the green-skinned elf was very muscular, his armor covered in the blood of the Crows he had killed that day. Lyon had no doubt the Chief had killed many.

"Your leader runs like a coward." The Chief spoke. "May he carry the shame of this defeat for the rest of his life, for Malacath has seen it fit to grant us this victory."

The Orcs cheered. "Moghakh! Moghakh!"

(By the way, it is currently Midyear/June. Four months since Gaban's death in Sun's Dawn/February.