Horseshoe Bend~
Aleron Army
Horseshoe Bend
A red dawn faded into a pale grey day. From the Redmist Mountains, regiments of Hawks and Iverachs descended on the Abeldown River valley. General Cleland, his trusted colonels, and all their shiny soldiers waited for them there. They fell in alongside the Rhynns, and their combined armies followed the Abeldown southward as it wound towards Jorendon.
Rogart Callan rode with the commanders. Banners snapped cadence and snatches of conversation carried his way, barely intelligible above the rattle, creak, and clink of an army on the move. Wariness crawled his scalp, a watchful caution from a lifetime of bad experiences whenever a greyback crossed his path.
Reluctant allies bore closer watching than committed enemies.
Forested hills flanked a me
