"There is evil involved in this! I can sense it!" I growled. "Look!"
Before my very eyes the shattered corspes from the remians of the orc scouting party arose. One by one they shambled to their feet, moaning unnatural sounds.

"What if there is a shaman behind this? A single necromancer sent to hunt us with his twisted minions.... Are we fully protected behind this barrier?" I asked hoping someone had more than the simple 'feeling' I had.
A zombie walked into the barrier and vapourised with an anguished scream.
"Well I guess that answers that." I said, relieved. I beleive the rest of the living orcs will be more of a challenge though.
I took out a device I'd found on one of the orc corpses, he'd obviously been a scout ort something. It was a simple looking-glass device, with 2 lenses at either end of a tube. I seemed fairly well made and dwarven in construction. Had it been bought from a trader or taken from his corpse? I shuddered, and scanned the skies. Large bird-like beasts caught my eye, flapping in the distance.

"I think we may have company soon, Wyvern riders by the look of things....."

" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin