<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i720.photobucket.com/albums/ww210/Goayne/Male%20RPCs/link_by_teralilac-d6bo0b7_zps388c9548.jpg?t=1406231029">Dherune</a></div><br/><br/>With one eye closed, he looked down the shaft of the arrow as he pulled back on the bowstring.  He could feel the powerful muscles of his steed carry him forward bringing him within range of his quarry.  When he was confident of his shot he let loose the arrow and watched as it sailed through the air and buried itself in the orc's back.  The fiend fell lifelessly from its own mount, staining the grassy field with its corrupted blood.  The thought alone brought a grimace to his face as he lowered his bow and turned around to watch the other members of the patrol round up and dispatch the remaining orc.  Riding up beside him, his childhood friend stated glumly, "They are growing bolder.  Each day sees more of them cross the boarder from the Dark Continent to our own."<br/><br/>Dherune would have agreed with his friend any other day but today.  This would be the fifth band that they had caught crossing the boarder in as many days but there was no pattern.  As dumb as they were about most things, the beasts took their warring seriously.  If these were the scouting parties of a bigger force they would have moved with more precision.  No.  These weren't scouts.  They were runners fleeing something.  And something that could bring such fear to the creatures was worth paying mind to.  "I will take our reports back to the city," he told his friend and their accompaniment that had since drawn in closer.  Taking the papers from their acting Captain, he sped off towards their home with the official reports and his own theories.