Session 0 – Orcish Prologue

We began in a Dark Forest. Ub’oorn, an orc fighter, found himself being approached by one of his few allies in the tribe. He was still considered a newcomer by most members, and bad luck too, as the sole survivor of the Plains Tribe.

The widow approached Ub’oorn frantically, telling him that she had news. The scouts had returned from the South and they brought news that tragedy had befallen the South Tree Clan. The widow begged Ub’oorn to investigate, as the last news she had of her exiled son told her that he had found a home at the South Tree.

Ub’oorn quickly made his way to the chief’s tent, where he beheld Mukluk, the tribe’s warlock, Rag’nok, the cleric of Gruumsh who Ub’oorn helped put into power, and Grum, the barbarian and second son to the chief.

The scout had just finished his report, and the chief turned to his son Grum. The chief ordered Grum to take his warband to investigate the disappearance of the South Tree clan, and to also investigate the camp of invaders that waylaid the scouts on their hasty return.

The scouts reported that not only were the South Tree Clan gone, but there was little evidence that they had ever been there at all. A tent post here, or a bit of waste there. But no sign of where the orcs would have gone. Also the woods had seemed eerily silent to the scouts, almost as if devoid of life and sound.

The party seemed equally enraged by the human camp as they are of the disappearance of their neighboring tribe. Rather than avoiding the camp, they made their way directly there to get what revenge they might have.

They arrived at the edge of the woods after the sun had set to behold a fortified human camp at the top of a small hill. Guards with torches patrolled the hill on this dark moonless night, and a large bonfire burned behind the tents.

The orcs took position and a well-placed eldritch blast destroyed one of the sentries. Another sentry was able to alert the camp, however, and the defenders took up immediate combat positions. They remained unable to see their attackers in the pitch black night.

Hearing the commotion, a member of the orc scouting party emerged from the woods and sent an arrow into another sentry. Krosseye, the sharpshooter, quickly joined up with the warband and they made a terrifying advance against the east line.

The wolf-spirit barbarian channeled his fury and howled like a wild beast, cutting a spearman in half. The Dark Forest echoed his howl a thousandfold, and the humans felt their bones chill in fear.

The party pushed the advance, and quickly saw that there was a beautiful human woman in a red dress, a plate mail clad man, a hammer-wielding dwarf, and a bowman standing in the center of the camp. The adventurers saw the orc warband, and quickly joined the fray.

The orcs saw that they were badly outnumbered, killed a few remaining guards and then hauled off a wounded spearman. The warlock channeled the power of his patron, Stan the Chaos Lord, and dropped a thick cloud of darkness to engulf the camp.

The party made it into the woods and woke the spearman. The terrified spearman answered the warbands questions about the camp. Evidently, they adventures were in the area in response to claims from nearby farmers that the orcs had disappeared. The nearby town of Harvest wanted to verify the good news, leery of a trap. The human had no idea what might have caused the disappearance of the South Tree Clan, as the humans had only just arrived and set up camp. The orcs quietly ended the life of the injured spearman and made their way south.

The party almost passed by the South Tree without realizing where they were, such had the region changed. Gone were all signs of habitation and silent were the woods. The party quietly searched around looking for clues, when Grum found himself staring into the beguiling eyes of a hooded figure. He found himself inexplicably drawn away from the group. Moments later, a hail of arrows emerged from the trees, many finding their marks. Six elvish warriors dropped from the trees, four holding longswords and two longbows. Their arrival was marked also by a ferocious roar, a large brown bear charged into the clearing and straight for the orcs.

The orcs rallied, concentrating their fire on the bear, who with its last breath dematerialized and a young elf druid appeared in its place. One swing of a greataxe was all it took to end the battered druid’s life, and many of the other elves fell soon after.

One elf saw that defeat was imminent and made a break for the deep woods. The battered warband had little choice but to let the elf go.

-Session held on 2/12/2017