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<blockquote data-quote="Karl Green" data-source="post: 2464234" data-attributes="member: 1467">As night falls on the Grey Mark, a light rains starts up. True to the information provide them, the Orc army of Ironhand is only a few miles and should reach the Bright Tower before sunup in the morn. Circling the wagon around the bulk of the army, it is well past midnight before the party begins to approach the advancing enemy… drums can be heard being in the darkness and the occasional horn or howl piercing across the plains. As those on horseback start to notice the torches being used by various parts of the army, a pack of eight Goblins riding large Wargs appears out of the darkness. They have bows at the ready, but don’t attack right away… assuming that no one but a part of the army would be so approaching the army with all the ranch and noise of their advance. The lead Goblin, a large, almost human-sized creature of exceeding ugliness shouts at you over the rain and thunder, in goblin and then orcish “Wats ye wans? Whoes be ya? Wats the pass-ward??”&nbsp; The group all have bows out and ready and the Warg’s are growling, their eyes reflecting in the darkness and teeth almost glowing as they snarl at you.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Karl Green, post: 2464234, member: 1467"] As night falls on the [color=orange][b]Grey Mark[/b][/color], a light rains starts up. True to the information provide them, the Orc army of Ironhand is only a few miles and should reach the [b][color=orange]Bright Tower[/color][/b][color=orange][/color] before sunup in the morn. Circling the wagon around the bulk of the army, it is well past midnight before the party begins to approach the advancing enemy… drums can be heard being in the darkness and the occasional horn or howl piercing across the plains. As those on horseback start to notice the torches being used by various parts of the army, a pack of eight Goblins riding large Wargs appears out of the darkness. They have bows at the ready, but don’t attack right away… assuming that no one but a part of the army would be so approaching the army with all the ranch and noise of their advance. The lead Goblin, a large, almost human-sized creature of exceeding ugliness shouts at you over the rain and thunder, in goblin and then orcish “[b]Wats ye wans? Whoes be ya? Wats the pass-ward??[/b]” The group all have bows out and ready and the Warg’s are growling, their eyes reflecting in the darkness and teeth almost glowing as they snarl at you. [/QUOTE]

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