Crugeon traveled as always at the front of his pack of men he always rode at the front it wasnt only a role of power but it was to his own advantage. the elf half of his biology graced him with far sight so if any attacks or spys were watching he would know they were there before they wanted him to. The rings Crugeon wore on his fingers each held a power of there own each coloured jewel held a special talent if he was to lose 1 of these rings the power of that ring would be lost thats why he held these rings so close and never took them off.

as Crugeon sped through Cetheth’s Bog toward Greambalue’s Heart he used the power from his blue jewel he felt it flow through his body his finger tingled and the jewel glowed unusually bright, his sences hightened all around his time seemed to slow and Crugeon heard and saw more than any one possible being could at one time he found the use for the blue jewel first when he recieved the rings it was the easiest power to tap into it was simply heightening your sences gracing you with a sort of foresight and allowing you to have sences so accurate and able that you could hear and see a pin drop over a mile away and smell and taste things in the air.

Crugeon laughed as he rode he senced Phoogli following way before he was even close he didnt mind Phoogli was a great asset to the 3 as more than just a messenger as Crugeon new more about Phoogli than Phoogli knew about himself Crugeon never let on he kept the secrets of phooglis past to himself for if he knew these secrets he may look far differently on Crugeon than he did at the moment Crugeon and Phoogli were far closer than just loyal companions.

Crugeon enjoyed the company phoogli brought as he followed Crugeon felt slightly safer as his men may be well trained but they didnt hold and skills close to that of phoogli one clean shot from phooglis home made musket would be of far more use than three of Crugeons men.

Crugeon noticed that phoogli had stopped and he silenced his men and they slowed to a stop just near the entrance of the forrest leaving the bog behind he turned to look for phoogli but he saw no movement ofcourse there were many things in the way of him and where phoogli had stopped so Crugeon closed his eyes and focused his mind flew meters ahead past the rocks and trees blocking his view his heightened sence was not needed in the next few seconds beczuse he snapped straight out of his mental focus as soon as the blast was fired he knew that noise it was phooglis musket no question about it

he thought fast as any good strategist does like a master of a chessboard predicting the moves and all possible outcomes he knew phoogli reserved each shot of his musket for real danger he wouldnt wase one of his iron shots on a mere beast he possesed far more skill weilding a blade .... no his musket was reserved for special events ....something must have startled phoogli something huge something monsterous..........

a split second decision and Crugeon chose his massive claymour something that required phooglis musket would require something big of Crugeons crugeon felt the weight of the evenly balanced sword in his hand and charged forward his men followed no words needed to be said they were trained well enough to know when Crugeon led an attack

Crugeon sped towars the sound of the echoing blast he did not need to find the source of the blast for the reason behind it towered in the bog a mighty hydra.......... impossible Crugeon thought but his well trained mind didnt let him flinch he soared into battle on horse back like a scorpion with a huge stinger his claymour pointed at the huge body at the base of the masses of heads he lunged throwing his first attack at the huge beast driving his claymour forward at the huge mammal