Harrat Wing’s Camps: Shadows of the Forest
At the edges of Banewood, where the magical protection of the forest fades into untamed wilderness, lie the hidden camps of Harrat Wing. These ephemeral outposts are the first line of defence against the encroaching forces of Dragsa and serve as vigilant guardians of the borders. Ever shifting and never stagnant, the camps move constantly, rarely staying in the same place for more than a fortnight. Their impermanence ensures they remain undetected, a phantom presence guarding the forest’s secrets.
Masters of Camouflage
The camps are masterfully designed to blend seamlessly with their surroundings. Hidden beneath the ancient canopies of Banewood’s towering trees or nestled within the caves of the Turnealop Mountains, each outpost is a testament to Harrat Wing’s ingenuity. Simple, lightweight, foldable wooden structures provide shelter while ensuring swift mobility. Members of the Wing carry their belongings in compact bags, ever ready to vanish into the wilderness at a moment’s notice.
Leadership and Coordination
Each camp is led by a Kutauri leader, a figure of discipline and tactical acumen, supported by a Yv’anda healer whose presence is invaluable in the event of injuries or illness. The number of scouts and warriors at a camp varies, but about a dozen capable centaurs man a typical outpost. Communication between camps is maintained through enchanted sending stones, crafted by the Volunteers of Yv’anda. These stones allow instant messaging across the network of outposts, ensuring a coordinated defence. No camp is ever farther than a day’s ride from the next to enhance safety.
Vigilance at the Borders
Most camps are strategically positioned to guard the borders near Woodhaven and the Kril territories. However, Harrat Wing patrols the southern and eastern edges of Banewood with equal diligence. The centaurs’ constant movement and sharp awareness create a formidable barrier, one that has kept Banewood’s enemies at bay for years.
To glimpse a Harrat Wing camp is to marvel at the art of invisibility and the resilience of those who defy oppression. Their camps are whispers of resistance, their movements a dance of defiance. These centaurs live in the shadow of danger, yet their resolve shines brighter than any fire. Beware the edge of Banewood, for where the forest thins, the Wing’s watchful eyes remain ever present.
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