Role

Chapter 10

"Wild Thera! with your host Festlnep Throngbottom continues our exciting
series detailing the habits of orc-kind. This tell-a-cast is filled with
thrills, chills, and more than a little blood spilled, so stay tuned for our
most exciting episode yet."

"I must say, for brutes that can be smelled from a mile off, young orcs can
be suprisingly sneaky. I nearly lost track of my young subjects as they
snuck out of the village on a moonless night. Seeking glory and even greater
status, Splorf and his cohorts set out to kill a dwarven watchmen that guards
the mountain pass between the Grinning Skull village and the dwarven village
of Akan. Smeared with mud, their lanky adolescent bodies loped through the
darkness like a trio of near starved wolves, which is a fairly accurate
description in general I would say."

"Their target, a dwarven watchman in full plate was hunkered down by his
night fire, nearly asleep when Flepsh errupted from the darkness with a blood
curdling howl. Perhaps the howl was somewhat ill-advised, or perhaps the
dwarf wasn't nearly so sleepy as he seemed, for an axe sprouted from Flepsh's
chest along with a gout of blood. Splorf and Krunk were apparently executing
a pincer manuever, and Splorf scored a hit into the seam of the dwarf's armor
just after Flepsh's suicidal charge. But the dwarf is made of stronger stuff
and dispatches Splorf with a grunt in nearly the same motion he dislodges his
axe from the cooling corpse of Flepsh. Krunk, still armed with his spear and
outside the dwarf's reach seems to realize the fight is lost and drops his
crudely made weapon and runs as only an orc terrified for it's life can back
through the village palisade where the dwarf knows not to follow."