Right in the middle of an enjoyable Midsummer Festival, we are all called away to speak with Byron. Apparently, there have been reports of orcs in the northern area of the land. He wants us to verify the stories and determine the threat level of the orc population. He doesn't specifically ask us to destroy them, because he knows that we are only four strong. He does ask us to determine for ourselves what was to be done.

So we started off. Initially the guys wanted to use horses. I of course am way too small for such animals. Byron offered a pony for me, but I thought that I would be better off on my feet or a wagon. Luckily a small quaint little cart was found just for that purpose. It needed some work, but it would do just fine. I could tell the others weren't crazy about the cart, but I was just fine with it.

With the cart, we travelled through some of the small hamlets around the area collecting gossip about orc sightings, and receiving welcome everywhere we were. Eventually, we followed the gossip north into the rocky area to the north. As we entered the area, I picked up some tracks of what I thought must be orc prints. There was something strange however about the prints. There was a set of clawlike footprints and a third print which I thought must have been a staff or some such accoutrement. I set out to track it down using a blood trail I found. It looked as if the orc was hunting. Having led the way as quietly as I could, there was a crunching sound from ahead. As I crept up on the area, I see a huge beast of an orc eating a boar raw. His big ugly tusked face made it look like a scene of cannibalism.

Without going into the description of a battle I contributed to greatly, we killed him. Then Reese and Eric went and did something gross. Reese took the orc's head and put it on a spear and stuck it in the ground. Eric meanwhile, cut off a tusk as a trophy. After cleaning the boar a little for our own meat, we leave the scene and return to track the orc back from whence he came.

I mananged to track the orc back to the main camp. Deciding I was the best to sneak in and see what I could find out about the camp, I snuck quietly to the edge of the camp, past an orc sentinel. I crouched down and counted three more orcs in the middle of a small base camp. These, plus the sentinel and hunter, makes a total of five orcs. There were probably more, but those were the only ones I found. Just then I managed to narrowly miss a serious blow to the back of my head by the sentinel I must have tipped off somehow. Needless to say, I ran.

As I was running back to Eric and Reese, I almost got rocked off of my feet by a hand axe I catch in the middle of the back. The pain was so excrutiating, I ran right past Eric and Reese and hid crying behind the cart in the woods. Eric immediately began fighting with one of the three which apparently followed me, while Reese started singing.

I missed the rest of the battle because I was crying my eyes out while I pulled the axe out of my back. I must have blacked out after that, because I don't remember much of anything until I woke up in a house in a small hamlet closest to the area. From what they tell me, Reese scared off two of the three that followed me and Eric killed the other one.

Reese and Eric lead some farmers back to the camp the next day while the orcs were sleeping. The farmers came back in a rave about the performance of the two having killed the whole camp. Reese and Eric said that they just had everyone stand over the five orcs very quietly and simultaneously put them all to the sword.

I spent the next few days recovering from my wounds as the other two kept up patrols for the locals to make sure no orcs remained. Apparently they also put all the heads on poles and Eric collected all the tusks. The locals also throw us a major party for the heroic actions.

We just returned to Byron and explained the situation. He was happy to be rid of the orcs and let us rest up for a while.