Now Gru' Ulan could see the ragged human militia forming in behind the farm, set to defend the barn and its precious contents. Gru' Ulan smiled at the raw humans marching to their death, but his smile quickly became a snarl when he saw the old man standing behind the human rabble..."Grab your steel and follow me you scoundrels," Gru' Ulan screamed with a hint of false bravado, "10 gold coins to the bloody bastard who gives me the head of the human mage..."
The human force awaits the orcish onlsaught
The orcs take the field!
Wart on his own
The militia make the wall
Even wounded, Ugroth is still a force to be reckoned with
The Humans split the orcs' formation
Torg goes down but the Savage Cruk Bloodtusk causes a gruesome kill that sends the milita scrambling to the rear
The militia begin to fall
The mage transfixes Gru' Ulan and he is wounded twice...his greatest fear comes true!
but Cruk sends another human's entrails spilling to the ground
The end is nigh for the humans...
The human leader falls
The hunters scatter
The mage makes one last stand, transfixing Druk and Gru' Ulan...
10 gold coins for Torg as he lays the magician low!
Wart giggles evilly as the barn goes up in flames.
Gru' Ulan watched the barn burn as his wounds poured blood. That damned mage had nearly turned the tables on the orcs, but the militia was just too green. Gru' Ulan shuddered to think how different things would have been had the vile sorcerer been supported by the king's soldiers rather than old men and boys...