“Kill ‘em all!” The canny orcs chose a perfect spot for an ambush. This deep defile, almost a canyon, was the only pass through this stretch of the Barren Mountains. They’d hidden on ledges shrouded by gorse, hurled rocks onto travelers to stun and panic both horses and humans, then rushed from above like falcons. Unfortunately, orcs didn’t plan far enough ahead or post a rear guard, so as the orcs battled the travelers, Sunbright and Knucklebones, and glory-hungry dwarves, tore into the orcs. Knucklebones ran right while the shaman dashed and cocked Harvester of Blood over his shoulder. A pair of orcs bludgeoned a woman, holding her hair while her children screamed. Everyone shouted in the rock-strewn canyon, but Sunbright hollered “Ra-vens!” loud enough to make the orcs turn from their victim. The first thug died instantly. Harvester of Blood swung in a whistling arc for the orc’s elbow. As Sunbright expected, the cowardly creature ducked and flinched. The heavy blade clove into the orc’s scrawny forearm, and slammed its slack-jawed head.
