The young man, bombarded by the Fist's questions and still obviously upset, blurts out, "No, sirs. You be thrashing the orcs the last time you come visited Travensburg...." He quivers as he attempts to hold back onrushing despair, "Greenskins, sirs. They came from these woods, they did, riding big wolf-dogs. The men of the villiage tried to fend them off, but they have a greenskin sorcerous amongst them. Turned plants and our own animals against us. The took Lord Traven prisoner and forced all my folk to go up to the mountainside and dig out the rocks to that Dwarf tomb you discovered the last time you saved us. The goblin shaman sent me to tell some Broken Claw that if an army was spotted comming within a quarter days march of Travensburg, she would slaughter my people!!!" He puts his hands in his head and sobs, "My wife and kin!!"
ooc: sorry about the delay. test, then another test..feel free to flame me the next time i keep you guys waiting like this.
ooc: sorry about the delay. test, then another test..feel free to flame me the next time i keep you guys waiting like this.
