It was a beautiful day in Mossflower Woods, but the stillness was broken by the pounding of many footpaws and the rattle of weapons. A pair of watchful eyes observed the source of the noise, a vast vermin horde, as it made its way through the forest. No creature in the column of marchers dared make a sound, lest it should be heard by either their captains, or worse, by their warlord himself. Garok was a cruel beast, and his size and skill with a blade made him a creature to be feared and obeyed. “Don’t let go of that chain!” “Hold ‘er steady!” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~