The Orc’s had a fairly sound plan to break the Winterborn defence of the Frostbreak Fortress. They sent a squad of their best archers up to the outside of the ruins to signal the catapults where to strike against the harpy aeries atop the fortress towers. This would in turn allow another squad to sneak into the fortress proper and put an end to the briarheart threat. Alas that the archers all seem to have disappeared without trace, and nobody now knows what fate befell their other squad.

A good General however knows that a sound plan alone is never enough, one must be prepared to improvise should that plan go awry. Kurag has decided he himself wants to go looking for the archers and in me he has found a kindred fool. Thus I find myself battling harpies and the Winterborn as I chase the Orsimer King up the side of the fort. We find the vanguard holed up in a tower, of their archers but one remains; the flighty Wood-Elf from the caravan, Eveli Sharp-Arrow. All this means is that we have but one chance to get this right.

Is it not moon-sugared irony that the future of this new Orsinium which by mulish treaty no foreign soldier may approach, rests now upon a Bosmeri arrow.

S.K