Orc Attack

They were standing guard at one of the side entries of the keep. Its gate had been destroyed in the last enemy offensive, so it was just a portal that anyone could cross. They have known each other since long ago, both of them were veterans in that endless war. Rosur of Erador was an honored dwarf warrior, very skillful with axes of every kind. Standing beside him was Valaraukar Bauglir, a master of long-ranged and defense spells. One hour before dusk, it started to rain heavily. The sound of the drops covered the invader horde’s march. Large orcs spread through the rough terrain, wielding two-handed swords and scimitars. Rosur and Valaraukar looked at each other with a wry smile, anxious about the imminent slaughter. They let their instinct take control, and rushed into the bloody battle.