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Miriel swears under her breath, as she sheathes her knife. "Where's Veantur? Where is your king?" She attempts to shout above the din of battle. A Castamir Ranger bows his head. "Last I saw he was leading the Vanguard, m'lady." He says. Miriel nods, and protected by a small garrison of Castamir Rangers, attepts to lead some sembelance of a defense. The camp was caught completely off guard, many were slaughtered in the first wave of attacks. The Umbarians are scattered and divided, pockets of defense are trying their best to hold off against the oncoming tide, to no avail. Blood both Umbarian and Gondorian is staining the once-verdant emerald forest.