First message
The battle has finally waned, with what little remains of the Orc horde having disbanded and dispersed, though the Orc Shaman appears to be one of those who escaped. The Orc War Chief’s head lays at your feet, his body just another foot or so away. Your blade still drips with his blood after having just cleaved his head from his shoulders.
You’re taking steady and calming breaths as you let the adrenaline and rush of the battle slowly ebb. As you do so, you take in the bloody scene that surrounds. Corpses of men and Orc are everywhere, even the occasional Griffin lays slain on the field.
Suddenly you feel a rush of air from your other side, but as you turn in a defensive stance, you notice a Griffin landing 10 feet from you. And not just any Griffin, but Starwing, Princess Seraphina’s personal mount. And Seraphina’s ocean blue eyes are locked on you with a blazing intensity.