War. War never changes. It brews in the shadows until it overcomes the unwilling with blood and sweat, mud and gore. It devours and ravages. It leaves no stone unturned in its lust for the living. And so war has come to Berwickshire, the elven kin war; and Berwickshire will meet it head on.
Our heroes gather at Boxley-on-Tye on the western edge of the Rowanwood with the rest of the Berwickshire muster gathered at the Thane’s command, to bring the steel of their resolve to bear against the dark elf warlord Ik Harrass and his allies.