From the Highlands to the lowlands
Gilrak paused in his gutting of the two young rabbits he had trapped, glancing down into the plains below as a faint light caught his eye. Setting his soon-to-be dinner aside, the dwarf squinted down into the gathering dusk.
A fire. In the grasslands. No storms, no lighting. The dwarven ranger put his hand to his braided beard, tugging on it slightly as he considered. Fires on the plains did not just spring into existence without cause, and the only cause for this one must be sentient beings. And most of the sentient beings that roamed the plains made for good quarry. The dwarf smiled, and resumed his evisceration of the skinned rabbits. Dinner, and then travel. And then, perhaps, killing.
Finishing roasting the conies, Gilrak thoughtfully consumed the small animals, thinking back on his journeys since he had departed the deep halls of Khazidmorin. The days and nights spent patrolling the deep valleys, beetling cliffs, and rocky crags of the surface were fresh in the ranger's mind. His unit had encountered orcs, ogres, and trolls--and had survived each battle, although often with severe casualties. But it was the humans, and their tendency to settle in the foothills of Turgrad, that truly drew Gilrak's ire. One family of settlers...the dwarf again smiled as he recalled killing all of them. Intruders, foreigners. Where one human came, more would follow. They must not be permitted into the mountain homeland. The lowlands and plains were theirs, if they so chose. But not the mountains, not the high hills.
Gilrak finished his simple meal, and then saddled the light warhorse he had requisitioned from the scouting unit he had departed. The dwarf swung himself into the saddle, and then set out down the winding, brush-strewn draws of the Blackthorn Hills. Following game trails, Gilrak skillfully guided his mount on a circuitous--but safe--path from the hills. The night wore away, and the dawn approached as the ranger gained the rolling plains country. Still moving towards what he perceived as the fire, the dwarf caught sight of other movement...and the presence of others.
OOC: Everyone roll Spot checks, please.