Later that night a group of 12 orcs heads down the road towards town. The group sees the BBQ in the distance and slows down to check it out.
Seeing a small group of people and lots of meat and beer, they pull over get off their bikes and walk towards the tables, the people at the BBQ run off but the orc's don't pay them much attention.
They all grab huge chunks of meat and a several cans of beer before sitting down and starting to devourer it. They eat in a manner that makes boot camp privates seem fussy and well mannered. Many of the orc's don't bother opening the cans like normal but simply rip off the top and dump the contents down their throat.
It doesn't take too long for the poison to take effect, and after only perhaps ten minutes three of the orcs fall over clutching their stomachs and rolling around on the ground. This brings a howl of laughter from the rest, thinking they simply ate to fast or drank too much.
When the fourth one falls over and the first three stop moving, then things get a bit more serious. One of them kicks one of the fallen orc's in the side and laughs, but when it doesn't respond, doesn't even groan the rest start checking the area, while one bends over to see if any of the four fallen orcs are breathing.
Feeling no breath, he yells something to the rest. They all pull out clubs or else sawed off shotguns and start wrecking the place... There being no one near to smash they instead smash tables, the grill and anything else they can find.
The one who bent over says something to the rest and points towards Wescot the rest nod and start to head towards their bikes.
[ooc: The 8 remaining orcs are in the BBQ area and will be heading towards their bikes shortly. I would like to know where everyone is and what everyone is going to do for the first combat round. /ooc]