Hartraft's Marauders are a crack band of Kingdom raiders trained to infiltrate and fight behind enemy lires, currently heading for a frontier garrison, after a disastrous encounter with Tsurani soldiers. Meanwhile, a Tsurani patrol is sent to support an assault on the same garrison. The two rides arrive simultaneously and discover the garrison has been overrun by a horde of moredhel. Circumstances force them to band together to survive. But who do they hate the most - the dark elves, or each other? As they make their way across the unknown Northlands to freedom, they struggle not only with the elements and their enemies, but also their consciences. For what is more important - one's life or one's honour?