And our "new" map:
With new Elven Waystone and Herdstone*
* The Herdstone can count as an Idol of Gork in game terms
Did you want to play one of the scenarios?
I thought I'd save our fluff as well
Khrazagor had caught the scent of the elf-things days before, but had been unable to tell the direction it was coming from until the herd had journeyed up into the hills in search of prey. While the rest of the herd had feasted on the carcasses of the goats and the man-things that had guarded them, Khrazagor and his Shaman Borzhar had crossed the hill range following the scent until they were certain of it's origin. Now the whole herd descended on the elven wood, bringing death in their wake.
Untrue to his habits, Sayolon had stayed in the vicinity of Nakhai all through the summer. Repulsed as he was by the sheer crowdedness of the settlement, it now held a treasure he found himself unwilling to part with.
He had visited Arawn regularly since after she woke up. It had taken a full moon's cycle before she started enjoying his company, another before the physicians would let her even near a horse, and still her shoulder was causing her considerable pain, he knew. Her pride was hurt as much as her body, and she kept blaming herself for acting like a juvenile in the critical moments when she was needed as a leader. And she blamed him for playing target practice on a field of battle. He had teased her with her sudden urge to rescue him, and she had flushed and smiled that secret, shy smile he liked so well.
The morning after, the facts remained though, that their pathetic actions had cost many lives, elves and spirits alike, and the humans maintained a threat against the southern groves.
Now the cool winds of autumn had made their presence known, and Sayolon didn't like the rainy winters of the Lahin valley. Arawn on her part had started brooming. Her brethren were letting the horns of the hunt sound, while she was stuck in civilization, arguing with physicians and taking long walks in the open beech forest.
It's time to make a change, for better or for worse, Sayolon said to himself after a tenser than usual visit with Arawn. But just then fate decided to throw a familiar hooded figure in his path, ruining any plans he may have laid. Tallec's voice had that little tint of fear in it as she courtesly invited him to the dwellings of the old tree spirit Farrbehr.
He had had plenty of time to think out a response to the treants plea, but like several others present found himself dumbfounded in the face of reality. An ancient enemy had awoken. Beastmen had been sighted, or rather heard, in the hills only a few days ride away. And once again, Sayolon found himself enrolled into the army of the Lahin-Nakhai...
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