[Eyvind Redbeard]

The Cohorti of the 9th Imperial Legion had made it into Orc territory without being attacked so far. Obviously it wasn't something the Cencoris leading the unit liked as he was almost sure that the Orcs would have seen them coming to this very position and would soon engage them, in the moment they would expect the least.

The camp was prepared and tents were set along with chaff for the horses and campfires for the men. Foot sentries were assigned and some holes around the camp filling with spikes were dug, but nothing too elaborated. Only the minimum required for a temporary base camp. Time passed and the men grew restless, this position was impossible to sustain. Things were prepared and orders carried out.

At midday of the 10th Brightening of Winter, when the Suns were at their peak, the cavalry left its camp leaving their parade uniforms filled with chaff and their tents behind. A handful of men were left behind, right outside of the woods, hidden in a curve of terrain. They carried bows and torches ready to be lightened.

The moment the Worg riders entered the camp, and some unfortunatelly happened to fall in the holes filling with spikes (poor greenskins), they found the camp silent, no horses to be seen and no response from the sentries. Soon enough they would notice they weren't really living men but before that happened something started falling from the sky. Arrows, fire arrows. And these arrows started hitting the chaff spread on the floor and inside the dummies and the flames started spreading into the tents. Too late did the Orcs notice what was inside the tents, barrels filled with blackpounder. The 6th Ushtar had fell in a trap, an explosive trap.

By dawn of the 11th Brightening the 9th Cavalry had circled around Espian Tower and reached safety.