As they move forward the corridor narrows to a five foot tunnel leading into a large chamber where a fearsome blaze rages. The blaze fills the room with bright light and casting silhouettes of the orcs gathered here. They seem intent on something on the opposite side of the room, where grunts and shouts can be heard above the roar of the flame. Upon a closer look the group spots a dwarf being beaten by a hulking orog warrior, they can hear the orog demand in broken common that the dwarf “open the tunnel.”
A pair of orcs in leather armor are looking sideways in the party’s direction, almost as one they begin shouting, the other six orc “drudges” (the groups nickname for the weak looking club wielders) raise their clubs above their heads and throw themselves recklessly at the intruders. Over by the left side an orc in a fur coat grabs his spear and begins chanting, the warrior drops the beaten dwarf to the floor, draws his bastard sword and wades into the battle.
Yuriel surges forward in liquid form bypassing the main forces and charges at the muttering orc cutting him. The orcs respond quickly to this unforeseen threat, one of the leather clad orcs moves in front of the group blocking their entrance into the cavern. Orcs quickly swarm Yuriel and the mutterer stabs at Yuriel with the spear he retrieved from his back yelling “for Gruumsh!” The group cut off from entrance has only one target and Gor begins slashing at the leather clad orc with both axes and drawing blood, he musters enough energy to swing them both again unfortunately missing the second time. Quevven launches a silvery bolt of force, Sioc begins cursing the orc and firing bolts of dark, crackling eldritch energy, Daeniroth throws an axe lodging it in the orcs bloody shoulder.
Yuriel overwhelmed by the surrounding orcs strikes at the other fur clad orc and in the blink of an eye a “drudge” twenty five feet away, Gor’s next attack manages to strike the orc down and finally they can get into the cavern. Daeniroth moves forward calling inspiring words out to Yuriel helping him heal from the orc attacks. Gouts of flame pulse from Quevven’s orb and explode amid the enemies in front of the group, setting the area alight.
The battle raged on with both sides using their most powerful abilities the fur clad orc staying just out of range of the flames and peppering the group with attacks on their willpower most notably keeping Daeniroth from keeping the best defense possible. The leather clad orc seems to get a charge out of the violence of battle and after one strike actually seemed to shake off some of the damage he had taken. The orog warrior hit Yuriel so hard with his sword that the blow opened a huge gash that kept bleeping profusely until Yuriel was able to apply enough pressure to stop the bleeding. The group managed to kill most of the drudges but the warrior threaten so much space they were forced to attack him head on, Daeniroth’s ability to find and exploit weak spots let the groups blades and spells drive home a bit easier; Gor’s well-placed shot to the leg left the warrior hobbling and bleeding, and as a ferocious swing came at Yuriel his warding quickly turned to ice and lashed out at the warrior with the fury of winter.
After all this, the orog warrior still was left standing and he was mad, quickly whipping his blade around, slashing Gor, Yuriel and Daeniroth. Quevven’s illusions of assailants having no effect on him in his blood crazed fury. Sioc’s raised rod sent rivulets of clinging liquid fire over the warrior, catching his legs on fire burning until he could shake the fire out. Daeniroth unable to properly defend himself catches a blow from the leather clad orc and falls unconscious, Quevven moving much closer to the action then he has ever had too before yells for Gor and Sioc to move so he could use a sleep spell hopefully incapacitating the ferocious foe, upon hearing this Gor moves up into position to spins in place and slashes at the warrior and leather clad orc with the ferocity of a wounded dire wolverine. The last drudge looks on with glee at the carnage not noticing as the beaten and bloodied dwarf struggles to his feet managing to grab a club off a fallen orc and make his way behind the Gruumsh follower swinging at his backside and grabbing his attention. In a seemingly strange move Sioc moves close into the warriors range, he promptly slashes and cuts Sioc, Sioc then moves away pointing his finger, and the drudge is scoured in hellish flames which seem to burn a bit brighter, with Gor and Sioc out of position Quevven finishes his chant and exerts his will against his foes, overwhelming the warrior but not the leather clad orc with a tide of magical weariness.
The orc seeing his champion slowed slashes at Gor sending him to the floor, Quevven digs in his belt pouch for a potion he quickly gets the liquid down the warlord’s throat reviving Daeniroth, who open his eyes slowly and asks “did we win yet?” The warrior unable to summon enough will to resist the spell falls unconscious, and Yuriel quickly begins chopping at the orc. Kalad amazingly is still able to fight and keeps the fur clad orcs attention away from the party. Sioc quickly comes to Gor’s aid reaching into the dwarf’s bag and drawing a potion Daeniroth told him the group stored there; Gor’s eyes flutter open and he manages to climb back to his feet. Daeniroth immediately commands the groggy dwarf to strike and he manages to hit the leather clad orc. Some link between leader and soldier must have called to the orog warrior as he shakes off unconsciousness and rises to his scorched and blood soaked feet again, he immediately strikes at Yuriel who falls under the burden of the heavy blow. The group continues to fight against the warrior but he refuses to fall screaming curses upon the heroes in a combination of goblin and common. Sioc’s blast of eldritch energy shuts the muttering orc up as he drops dead onto his back, Quevven grabs his last potion and feeds it to Yuriel and his orb lights up with crimson and the bloodied foe’s wounds tear open and blood gushes from their bodies. Daeniroth continues to command Gor to strike and he manages to slice the last standing orc sending him to the Raven Queen’s tender embrace.
Sioc immediately moves to the beaten dwarf yelling “Kalad!” The group stands bloodied and barely alive but alive nonetheless. Each is amazed at the determination, fighting prowess and sheer involved in surviving this awful confrontation. They begin the process of recovery by sitting, most propped up by any vertical surface they could lay against. Quevven keeps his senses alert as he keeps watch for any danger, and as they look over the pile of bodies for any spoils. As the minutes pass Sioc and Kalad whisper in low voices when they finish the rest of the party get their first good look at Kalad.
He’s tall for a dwarf, thickly muscled, but his beard was savagely cut from his face and his injuries are extensive. His armor and weapon are still inside the chamber, and he has Sioc retrieve them.
As the group rests Kalad begins to tell his tale:
Hide Battle Harness Armor, 351 gold coins, 430 Silver coins, 2 gems (100gp), Ivory Statuette (250gp)