Spring, 7th Day of True Omens, 4,028th Cycle
The five adventurers stood in front of the cave entrance leading to where they believed Chapel was hiding.
Inside they found a rather spacious cave complex that went pretty deep. It consisted of two large chambers and two smaller ones that branched off of the main passage. The largest chamber had a natural hot spring in it, while the other area contained some hay, furs, rough bedding, along with other personal effects for two people.
Once they entered the first large chamber, they saw a dwarf who was busy practicing with a great axe against a wooden dummy.
The dwarf was shirtless, muscular and was tattooed from head to toe. He wore three earrings in his left ear. Scars zigzagged across his neck and chest, and it appeared as though he’d escaped the stocks and gallows on more than one occasion.
The group introduced themselves and asked where the dragon’s ward, Chapel was. The dwarf introduced himself as Gristle, a fighter-trainer from the capital city of Terraien. He related how he arrived in Northpoint months ago and found Chapel to be a promising young man of fifteen who had skills in fighting. Gristle offered to train Chapel to fight in the arena and make him rich. Gristle said Chapel was a natural and a quick learner. However, Chapel was offered a position as the dragon’s ward, which the young man accepted much to Gristle’s dismay.
Gristle added that he did catch sight of Chapel in the woods nearby earlier today. He seemed to be dragging something heavy as he made his way deeper into the Northwoods. Gristle figured Chapel was on his way to see the dragon, Clipwing, wherever its lair was.
But as the group was busy talking, an arrow suddenly grazed Rexx’s arm. The saurian turned to look at where the attack came from. Farther back near the cave’s entrance, Rexx spotted several orcs equipped with shortbows all trained at the group. Half of the orcs were also armed with great axes, while the others were armed with short swords.
Ser Derrick yelled a battle cry and ordered everyone to charge the orcs. Rexx, seething at the sight of orcs, yelled his own battle cry and charged into battle.
Soon both groups were locked in battle against each other. When range attacks became impractical, the orcs drew their blades and pressed on the attack surrounding as many of the heroes as possible.
As the battle raged, Rexx was felled by orcs who had surrounded him. When the saurian fell to the ground, the orc leader brought his great axe down upon Rexx instantly killing him.
The heroes, stunned at the sight of their fallen comrade, wondered how the deadly encounter with the orcs was going to end.