They hear a guttural snarl. Trouble in the form of lawn orcs.
"Gharr lads! Looks like these little lambs is lost, let's give 'em a hand!" snarled the leader as he scratched at his putrid grey skin.
Poison tipped arrows whistled through the air. "Shoot the barbarian, not me!" cried the dwarf.
"No time for jokes Master Dwarf" responded the old greybearded wizard. Here they come..
Figures - Fantasy Adventurers and Orcs by Caesar.
Great Little Story.
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