A dusty group of men in blue and silver armor appeares, marching through the valley
“Halt!” Georgar bellowed. “Alright I want four volunteers to scout and find these traitorus bastards.” Four gray cloaked rangers broke away from the column and disappeared into the under brush. “Anyone shoots one of these Keelish “By mistake,” I’ll have his head!”
A few hours later
"Sir! We found them. There’s about 850 of them holed up in a small gorge on the side of the mountain." spoke one of the men Georgar had sent out earlier.
“Good! Now then, I want 50 from House Sword to attack up the center, and 20 more to come with me. We’re going to capture a few of them as proof. All Archers follow up with a arrow storm behind the knights. Pass it along!” Shocklord told his two sub-commanders. “Lets move!”
The Altori survivors were waiting, for they had seen one of the scouts creeping up on them. however, safe in their stronghold, they thought that a band of only 200 would pose small threat to them. They formed up in a line across the gorge’s entrance, preparing a welcome of steel for the interlopers. Suddenly, a group of broadsword wielding knights burst from the treeline with a roar! The defenders raced to meet them, and soon a full on battle was raging at the mouth of the gorge. Arrows whined, steel scraped, and men screamed as they died. Meanwhile, unnoticed, a small party led by Georgar rappelled in from the walls of the mountain. Dropping down, they slit the throats of the sentries guarding the camp, and breaking into one of the tents, grabbed the three men who cowered there. Exiting the tent, a party of men sent by the Altori commander find out what was going on attacked the men Georgar had left at the tents entrance. A small skirmish followed, in which half of the GRimguard troops were slain, and Georgar nearly got cut in half by a axe wielding berserker. Nevertheless, they emerged victorious. The knights broke through the Altori line with a roar, killing all in their path. What follwoedd was not a battle, it was slaughter. Georgar’s men had orders to show no quarter, and none was given. The battle lasted into the evening, until all but a few men had been slain.
“Bind them, and find me some horses! I ride to Zhatil! The rest of you meet me back at Winterkeep!” Shocklord mounted his horse, grabbed the lead rein of the prisoners, who had been placed on horses and tied on, and galloped out of the scene of mayhem.
The Grimguard quickly looted the camp of everything useful, and then set it ablaze as a warning to all who consider a life of theivery. They then melted back into the woods from whence they came, leaving nothing but food for crows, and a interesting puzzle for the local Keelish governer to decipher.