Dreamstone Falls to the Orcs
Several weeks ago a number of Dreamstone’s defenders and sorcerers began the work of securing lands around the town with the intention that our citizens may travel and work in safety. While patrolling the lands it seems that the local orcish population has become angered at our actions and thus set about an attack on the town and it’s citizens in an attempt to claim it as theirs...
Since those early encounters, the orcs have grown stronger and with every raid the town’s defences were proving less able to cope with the attacks… As a precaution the very young and elderly citizens were escorted from the town one night and moved to the safety of Yew. Those who remained were either wielding arms and magic against the invaders or trying to dowse fires and repair damage around the town.
As a particularly fierce battle raged in town I was forced to leave and seek refuge in a nearby farm where I waited for news of the fight… As night fell a growing fire lit the horizon, and the sound of horses outside announced the arrival of the Master at Arms, Boromir… His face blackened by soot and clearly shaken, he handed me his report of the evening…
By mystical means we arrived at Dreamstone. "A good days training, that", I exclaimed to Kalin as we took the final few steps toward the Tavern.
Footsteps, voices. Whirling around, I saw three strangers, and from the insignia on their uniform I saw they were of The Knights of Virtue.
"Hail, greetings to ye travellers" was our welcome.
"We be looking for Lichs" one of their number said.
"Then look no further South of here for they grow in number there".
Kalin and I escorted the travelling Knights across the road to the Lichs abode.
A grunt and a snort. Foul odour. It could only be the Orcs. We could hear rustling in the wood, and the loud clomp of heavy feet.
Suddenly, from the woods emerged a throng of Orcs.
Aside from the snorting and grunting came the words "Diz iz UrkRok! Humiez Nub alluwed!"
"Begone pestilence, you will leave!" I shouted.
High on my steed I pushed and shoved at them, even grabbing one to push them away.
"Shuu Pezki Humiez Shuu, Diz UrkRok Nub led me see lat ere agen"
Bracing myself for a blow, I armed my weapon and again demanded their removal: "As long as the Defenders stand, this town is safe from your kind. Now remove thyselves or prepare to die!"
"De tuwn belungz tu uz!" was the swift reply from what I believe to be their leader.
The Orcs run fast into battle, Kalin could hardly react as he felt the sheer force of the horde on him.
Weapon raised I charged at the leader, thrusting at the Orc.
Unconciousness came quickly for me.
Upon waking I saw smoke bellowing from the rooftops. Treading wearily on the cold wet grass, I stumbled toward the town, or what remained. Standing infront of the burning tavern I collapsed.
Dreamstone was burnt and sacked.
Master at Arms
Despite our efforts, our beloved town was under orcish control… Of all the wars and battles the town had seen, we had been defeated by orcs. It was too much to believe. We had only one chance of reclaiming our homeland. I sent my messenger to summon our allies and as many fighting men and women as he could find along the way. We must banish the orcs from town and hold them accountable for their crimes against us…
Angel of Marlit