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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Manzanita" data-source="post: 3763544" data-attributes="member: 10109">10:30 am.  Overcast morning, soft wind from the WestThe weather is cool, and smells like rain.  Flocks of birds soar overhead, appearing black against the clouds.The characters converge, villagers rushing forward, smiling at meeting friendly, powerful-looking warriors.  The two merchants, Lothar and Sangster, hang near the back, trying to avoid the adventurers, though they look forward, and finger their weapons.  The mindlink started by Boog has now expired.  Torvin thanks Beamer for his help, and effeciently directs him on how to help put on his armor.  Does he balance himself accidently with a hand on Beamer's odd backpack, or it is intentional?The others exchange greetings and keep the group together.  Information is quickly exchanged.  Juliana's group knows that there is only about 100 feet of woods to the East side of the road.  The road runs mostly North-South.  Braeholl it to the North.  They don't know how thick the woods are to the West.  Beyond the woods to the East is a hill, over an underground complex, as well as a farmhouse and barn.  These are several hundred feet away.  The group knows there are humanoids in the woods on both sides, presumably orcs.  From the South, a sizable group of orc infantry marches towards the party, at least 20 strong.  As they approach, it is now evident that they are being led by at least two larger figures, perhaps ogres.To the North, the lone orc rider is approaching.  He cranes his neck as his horse walks.  He seems to be looking for someone in the party, or perhaps just counting and trying to identify who is in the small caravan.  Juliana rides fowards a little to speak.The orc speaks to her, loudly, and his horse sidesteps some, to enable him to continue to look at the party.  A large crow decends from a flock to perch on the orcs shoulder.  The orc glances at it, but otherwise seems to ignore its presense."I bring you greetings from Tharok, Warlord of the North!"  says the orc in common, "He bids you greetings, and would make you an offer to spare your wretched lives."   This orc wears leather armor.  He rides a gaunt black horse with a scimitar and sheild on the back.  He is thin and old.</blockquote>

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