You hear the steady beat of orcish wardrums in the distance.

The beat of the wadrums grows louder, and gutteral orcish voices join in with chants.

The distant orcish voices chant, "Skrugga! Skrugga! - Skrugga! Skrugga!"

A billow of filthy brown smoke rises in the distance, smelling of dirt and fear.

The distant orcish voices chant, "Mamlauk! Mamlauk! - Mamlauk! Mamlauk!"

A billow of crimson smoke rises in the distance, smelling of sweat and carnage.

The distant orcish voices chant, "Mundunugu! Mundunugu! - Mundunugu! Mundunugu!"

A billow of sickly green smoke rises in the distance, smelling of soot and blood.

The distant orcish voices chant, "Shig-ru! Shig-ru! - Shig-ru! Shig-ru!"

A billow of blood-red smoke rises in the distance, smelling of rage and death.

The smoke clears, and the wardrums fade.

A soothsayer passes by, and with a terrified expression whispers, 'The orcs are coming...'

'.. in numbers like never before, the orcs are coming.'