Re: On the Hunt
It's the better part of the day before the party, and the few human survivors, reach the outskirts of the town. Geri growls low, scenting marauders, those who prey on the wreckage of discord, carrion eaters and other lowly creatures.
In this case Sigurd, who volunteers to scout forward, reports a large band of Northern Snow Orcs (or Sn'orks, for those familiar with the breed), with several Ogres, picking thru the corpses, several of which are being bar-b-qued for their leader. Though he did not see one, Sigurd informs the party that Sn'orks are notorious for having casters in the their, foul witch doctors or evil worshiping shaman. They also seem to have several captives, citizens of the town who either managed to hide from the Jotunn or get buried in the rubble.
The town had clearly been the home to several hundred people, a large motte and bailey enclosure raised in the center, and houses around the outside. The houses around the outside were mostly burned, though several had been crushed by huge boulders. Thirty or so Sn'orks wouldn't have dared try it, even with Orges in their ranks, when it had been an active and ongoing concern.
Even from the distance the party could see where the palisade had been smashed in, crushed by the massive Jotunn they had sent tumbling into the Fjord the night before.
Small parties of Sn'ork's still wandered the edges of town, a semi-organized guard structure distracted by the hope for loot. The leader and the ogres held court in the raised area, under the ruins of the small stone fortress that had been the core of the community...