Tyurel Chedrex
The split-way forest was alive with an odd assortment of animals, though there was no one around to notice. They stole over the rope-bridges and slipped into ravines where-ever possible, searching for gobold stragglers. By the evening, the shifters had taken hold on half the split-way and a good portion of the mountains. They waited tensely for nightfall, and the counterattack it would surely bring.
Soon enough, the quarter moon rose, and gobold-kin showed on the distant plateaus, fresh and ready for battle. Gobolds spied out the shifters and directed catapults to likely targets. An hour after the sun had gone on to other lands, the battle was in full swing.