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<blockquote data-quote="kiznit" data-source="post: 1630162" data-attributes="member: 3994">Orcs at the Gate?The intrepid quartet limp their way back in town, now feeling like truly the mightiest heroes to have graced their God's valley. The local tavern is soon aglow with late-night tales of daring and armies of goblins, as our heroes squander the last of their trust funds into the ale-casks.Sometime the next afternoon, as most of our fellows lift their sodden heads from the inn-tables, they hear a frantic voice running through the town. &quot;Orcs!&nbsp; Orcs at the bridge!&quot; Nervous murmurs begin to trickle amongst the villagers. A caravan is expected from the east soon, bringing crucial monies and commerce. If it were to be raided, there would be considerable suffering. One by one, heads turn toward the party... They have been bragging about being the local heroes.Tired and hungover, and regretted their egotistical bragging, the four lone saviours trudge the eastern road, preparing themselves to meet certain death at the axe-heads of a gang of vicious orc-beasts. Goblins were one thing, but these cruel humanoids are rumored to be able to rip the arms off of foolish mercenaries. Fortunately upon reaching the crest of a hill, they overlook the large chasm of the eastern valley and behold only a single humanoid arrogantly guarding the wide, thickly woven bridge of wooden planks that serves as the Iskan passage to Amroth. They trade relieved grins and descend along the road.The Orc quickly catches sight of them. &quot;Oy! s'a handful of gold for the passage across, or I be using your skulls for a drinking-cup.&quot;&quot;Garrrr, lemme at 'im,&quot; grumbles the dwarf, clutching at his hammer.&quot;A handful each, or for the group of us?&quot; Blaine calls back cheerfully.The orc scratches his head, genuinely stumped.&nbsp; He heaves his heavy crossbow off his shoulder and begins peering at them and counting off great sausage-like fingers.Blaine looks to Red. &quot;We can totally take this guy. Just one orc? Pff.&quot;&quot;It might be an ambush...&quot; Red mutters. Bok nods, and gives a casual twirl of his axe.&quot;A handful to cross my bridge!&quot; The orc yells back, having finally concluded his calculations. &quot;For each of ye's.&quot;&quot;We could take a couple of shots at him,&quot; smiles Calista, &quot;Try and make him come to us?&quot;&quot;He'll charge us, get here before we could reload twice.&quot; Red says, measuring the distance with his eyes.&quot;S'why we should charge him first!&quot; chuckled the dwarf. Only a large boulder stood about fifteen feet off the cliff's edge on this side, and he was becoming sure that there was nothing hiding behind it.&quot;I don't know...&quot; remarked Blaine, &quot;He seems awfully cocky for being all by himself down there.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="kiznit, post: 1630162, member: 3994"] [b]Orcs at the Gate?[/b] The intrepid quartet limp their way back in town, now feeling like truly the mightiest heroes to have graced their God's valley. The local tavern is soon aglow with late-night tales of daring and armies of goblins, as our heroes squander the last of their trust funds into the ale-casks. Sometime the next afternoon, as most of our fellows lift their sodden heads from the inn-tables, they hear a frantic voice running through the town. "Orcs! Orcs at the bridge!" Nervous murmurs begin to trickle amongst the villagers. A caravan is expected from the east soon, bringing crucial monies and commerce. If it were to be raided, there would be considerable suffering. One by one, heads turn toward the party... They [i]have[/i] been bragging about being the local heroes. Tired and hungover, and regretted their egotistical bragging, the four lone saviours trudge the eastern road, preparing themselves to meet certain death at the axe-heads of a gang of vicious orc-beasts. Goblins were one thing, but these cruel humanoids are rumored to be able to rip the arms off of foolish mercenaries. Fortunately upon reaching the crest of a hill, they overlook the large chasm of the eastern valley and behold only a single humanoid arrogantly guarding the wide, thickly woven bridge of wooden planks that serves as the Iskan passage to Amroth. They trade relieved grins and descend along the road. The Orc quickly catches sight of them. "Oy! s'a handful of gold for the passage across, or I be using your skulls for a drinking-cup." "Garrrr, lemme at 'im," grumbles the dwarf, clutching at his hammer. "A handful each, or for the group of us?" Blaine calls back cheerfully. The orc scratches his head, genuinely stumped. He heaves his heavy crossbow off his shoulder and begins peering at them and counting off great sausage-like fingers. Blaine looks to Red. "We can totally take this guy. Just one orc? Pff." "It might be an ambush..." Red mutters. Bok nods, and gives a casual twirl of his axe. "A handful to cross my bridge!" The orc yells back, having finally concluded his calculations. "For each of ye's." "We could take a couple of shots at him," smiles Calista, "Try and make him come to us?" "He'll charge us, get here before we could reload twice." Red says, measuring the distance with his eyes. "S'why we should charge him first!" chuckled the dwarf. Only a large boulder stood about fifteen feet off the cliff's edge on this side, and he was becoming sure that there was nothing hiding behind it. "I don't know..." remarked Blaine, "He seems awfully cocky for being all by himself down there." [/QUOTE]

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