Zhure
First Post
Giving up on the lone figure far out to sea, the group decides to make for the bonfire. Lyrique's brief outburst makes the following silence seem even more grim and somber.
As the group gets closer to the fire, it's clear there aren't nearly enough people here. Maybe half the expected number of bodies. The same holds true for the orcs as well. While the initial report of fifty longships made one assume there would be hundreds of orcs, there are only a dozen of the tough looking humanoids bearing axes.
But they seem more than adequate to cow the fifty or so humans and elves near the bonfire. Half of the dozen orcs walk in paces around the perimeter, but don't seem too concerned. The other half are "relaxing" a fifty yards away. Some napping, some are playing some kind of dice game.
Inside the patrolled ring is where the bonfire is. The fifty-odd humans and elves seem warm enough, but very frightened.
There is no sign of Lyrique's parents.
Looking toward the water there is only one longship, not the fifty Mortimer had seen earlier. One orc seems to be on it.
As the group gets closer to the fire, it's clear there aren't nearly enough people here. Maybe half the expected number of bodies. The same holds true for the orcs as well. While the initial report of fifty longships made one assume there would be hundreds of orcs, there are only a dozen of the tough looking humanoids bearing axes.
But they seem more than adequate to cow the fifty or so humans and elves near the bonfire. Half of the dozen orcs walk in paces around the perimeter, but don't seem too concerned. The other half are "relaxing" a fifty yards away. Some napping, some are playing some kind of dice game.
Inside the patrolled ring is where the bonfire is. The fifty-odd humans and elves seem warm enough, but very frightened.
There is no sign of Lyrique's parents.
Looking toward the water there is only one longship, not the fifty Mortimer had seen earlier. One orc seems to be on it.