Chapter 1: A Delicate Peace

[DoomulusPrime]

"Yes! We're done here. I'll take our friends," Garruk says, hefting up the unwieldy and slightly soggy trophy, "Grim will need some help securing our loot." He heads out, motioning the peons to go in front of him. "As for you two, don't let those full bellies slow you down! There's honest work to be had!"

[Vardaen]

The group is finished with their meal, and head out to the wolf pens at the cave mouth. Ogbar, with the help of the Peons, collects REdsnout's body, using on of the food crates, emptied to carry the corpse back into town with. So the group arrives in the wolf area, and loads up the animals, the druids keeping the wolves undercontrol and calm enough to do just that.

The group them makes for the mouth of the cave just as a returning patrol nears the cave mouth, then you hear roaring and screaming. Outside you see a massive black dragon carrying screaming Orcs and Trolls into the sky. Abruptly their screams stop and the dragon drops them, their bodies crashing and breaking on the ground in the swamp. The huge black dragon swooops down on the returning patrol and grabs up a Troll flying into the air as two smaller black dragon welps flap down low harassing the Orcs still on the ground.

[Illeveun]

The shaman, out of some ancient instinct, presses himself against a wall of the cave, and hisses at the others to do the same. "We don't want that dragon seeing us. We should wait for the blasted reptiles to leave before we do anything."

[DoomulusPrime]

The shadow of the spawn of Neltharion crosses Garruk, and he quickly hurls himself off to the side, to dodge the deadly creature's gaze. "Saurfang's teeth! We can't kill that thing! Everyone down!"

[Shinling]

For the first time during this adventure, Grim did not need to be told what to do as he was already hiding from the beast. Still in the cave he waits. Not in shaking fear but knowing that the enemy is too great. he makes no noises. His grim gaze sets on the two peons for moments, being sure they do give way where the group is hiding.

[3rd-I]

Gizzik ducks and resumes his default stance of cowering behind everyone else. He's never seen a dragon that big in his life!

[Vardaen]

The group are not cowards, but they are not fools either. They know they are no match for a great wyrm and two of its broodlings. The dragons don't appear to notice the Horde members as they hide in the cave mouth watching from the shadows. For about thirty minutes the dragons toy with the returning patrol, eating a few of them, dropping most from great heights, some times catching the poor soul for a brief moment of hope before throwing them even higher up into the air once more. Broken, bloody, and likely dead to a orc, the patrol suffers for its failure.

The dragons then turn and swoop off into the marshes, their shadow passing over the cave causing everyone to duck once more out of view. The dragons fly off, gone, but no one breaths for minutes after they are gone.

[Brennor]

Ogbar has pressed himself so far backwards into a crack trying to remain out of view that he has managed to wedge one of his horns into an odd indent in the wall and twisted it, so that it almost seems locked into place.

Therefore, even several minutes after the dragon and the wyrmlings have left, he has not moved. Luckily, it seems that the patrol is decimated, since they also haven't moved yet. He glances at the peons.

[Vardaen]

The Peons have lived up to their names as they have peed on themselves at the sight of the Dragons and have thrown themselves to the floor and are still cowering there whimpering.

[DoomulusPrime]

Garruk's heart pounds, and a cold shiver knots itself into his stomach as the dragons go about their bloody work. His face set in a stoic grimace, he keeps his eyes fixed on the others, attempting to reassure them silently. He bites down on his tongue, forcing himself to swallow the terror as his mouth floods with the taste of salt and copper.

After several minutes of breathless silence, Garruk moves, daring to scan the sky outside the cave for the ancient creatures' presence. After a good, long look, he turns to the others.

"They're gone, lets move out before they decide to pay another visit." A thin trail of dark red blood is coming from the corner of Garruk's mouth.