After a period of darkness, the land was recovering. With the Queen, the spring had returned. Among the dead tree's, new plants started to grow and many of the fields we passed where already filled with flowers.
As we neared the castle, the feeling that something was dreadfully wrong befell me. Suddenly I knew it, except for the lively chatter of my companions, it was completly silent. No birds, animals or anything.
Regin: Ugh, whats that smell?
Lioness: Hey Dreamer, you oughta wash your neck
Tiamat: Hehehe
Dreamer: Thats not...wait a sec, I recognize that smell!
My blade was in my hand, before the word ambush had left my mouth, out of nowhere at least two dozen orcs appeared and charged right at us!