The Bad Moon Rises

Arthyr sat cross legged in his ornate wooden throne, slowly sharpening the Modryn Blade as he reflected on the news of his brothers death. The vile children of Chaos would pay dearly for taking the life of so many of his kin. His focus was suddenly broken as Rayvon appeared in the shadows in the corner of the hall.
"Arthyr, I am sorry for your loss," Rayvon said, stepping from the shadow and placing a hand over his heart, "Aias was a brave and skilled Aelf, and though his body is lost to us, know that he is still here with us."
"Aye, I know. Thank you my mentor." Replied Arthyr.
Rayvon walked up to Arthyr and placed a hand on his shoulder, looking him straight in the eyes. "Arthyr, I have more dire news. My mistwalkers have returned with news from the Realm of Beasts, Shadow and here in Ghyran, an unusual moon has been seen, strange fungoid growths covering villages and settlements as well as Greenskins too numerous to be counted roving and raiding."
Arthyr looked back into Rayvon's eyes, and smile creeping across his face. "Greenskins my old friend?' He chuckled. "You are worried? Do not be, we can easily hunt down a few rowdy grots!"
Rayvon shook his head, "Arthyr, this is no mere greenskin warband. They are different, driven and focussed. One of my mistwalkers has been observing a large force crashing through our domain, we might be able to halt them and discover what is driving them."
"Kias!" Arthyr called to his guard, "Send word to Braern, we hunt greenskin tonight!"

The night was brighter than usual, a strange pale green light bathed everything giving the world around the Sentinels of Spiteshade Vale an even more otherworldly appearance. Arthyr strode through the hidden forest paths with Dayga and Braern nearby, while the rest of the warband followed silently behind them. Dayga pointed his staff at the moon, something was wrong with it, but what they couldn't quite tell. "I feel an odd magic in the air, something dank and wet." Dayga whispered, more to himself than to those around him.

Braern knelt to study the tracks and mess they had been following left behind by the Greenskins. He looked up to Arthyr and Dayga, "They picked up their pace here, after stopping for several minutes. We are not far from them."

Arthyr nodded and reached down to his loyal spite, Tui, fluttering around his knees. "Tui, go see what we hunt, and come straight back." Tui darted off through the forest canopy, leaving a glittering trail of blue dust in the wind.

A rocky valley below caught Tui's attention, there in the middle of the valley stood a unusual shrine, a shrine with rough carvings of a half moon bedecking them, and there half hidden on the edges of the valley a horde of Greenskins. Tui dove and darted back to where the Sentinels of Spiteshade Vale awaited its return. Tui sped through the forest with all the sped it could manage and almost slammed into Arthyr as it burst through the undergrowth to where Arthyr, Braern and Dayga crouched. "Tell me my wee friend, what did you see?" Arthyr asked Tui. The reply was a pattern of clicks, giggles and chirps, but Arthyr understood every word. "Dayga, the Greenskins are approaching an old shrine to a moon, no, the Bad Moon." Arthyr translated.

"We must move my Prince! The Greenskins must not be allowed to capture this shrine!" Warned Dayga. Arthyr stood and raised the Modryn blade above his head, the Sentinels of Spiteshade Vale advanced towards the valley.

The Sentinels formed up their battleline, Eternal Guards forming a shield wall, while they Glade Guard and Rangers of the Watch formed up behind them, ready to send volleys of arrow into the greenskins. The Wildwood Rangers and the Wild Riders of Kurnous set up in the western flank.

Across the valley the Greenskins formed their own battleline, Grots too numerous to count formed up in the middle of their force while on the western flank a colossal spider surrounded by smaller spiders ridden by savage looking Grots advanced towards the Aelves, while at the head the army two bright red mangler squigs darted forwards towards the Eternal Guard. 

The squigs smashed into the shield wall of the Eternal Guard, the Aelves were knocked back, slammed to the ground, torn and swallowed by the monstrous beasts. The Eternal Guard that survived the impact flooded back in and sent spears stabbing out at the red ball shaped beasts, but no matter how true their spears stabbed out they couldn't harm them. Arthyr charged forward, he sprang at the nearest squig, the Modryn Blade speared through the beasts flank. He pulled it out swiftly and swung again, the beast toppled over. He quickly spun around and sent the blade sailing into the second beasts eye, it bellowed in pain, shaking both the Modryn Blade and its rider from its hide, before it pounced on Arthyr, smashing him down and then biting down. Arthyr's world went dark.

The Grots flooded across the valley, too many for the Sentinels to kill altogether. Dayga saw Arthyr fall before the squig and then observed a mysterious green phoenix appear above them and flew down, tearing the squig to pieces before picking up Arthyr and heading back towards Spiteshade Vale. Dayga slammed his ancient staff into the ground, drawing on the magic of Ghyran, he then drew a glowing rune on his arm, sending a blast of green lightning out into the sky above. The Sentinels knew this was the signal to retreat and they carefully fought their way back out of the valley, while the Eternal Guard and Wild Riders of Kurnous sold their lives to secure the survival of their kin.

"Run little Aelves, run! Ya been beated by Glasznik! Da Bad Moon boss!" Shrieked the leader of the Grots. "Da Bad Moon comes, and me is 'ere!"