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Tonight in the Windward Marches: In the Halls of the Orc King

There have been 3 major battles here in the recent past. There are horrifying remains and bits scattered about and no amount of scrabbling about yields any viable lootz.

Just as Skipia thinks that this is a good room in which to make a final stand, Hydrazine opines that we should expect to find a hobgoblin somewhere in this cave complex, and Vellum hears portentous footsteps without.

A voice speaks: a hissing & clicking language that none of us know (Unseelie of some sort). The hobgoblin, most like. Once he realizes we are not who he was expecting, he speaks to us in Common. He tells us he wants to come collect his brother's fingers. Skipia Diplomacizes at him, telling him that those fingers have been consumed in a holy fire, and have left on scorch marks. He says he needs to see this with his own eyes and if we let him pass in he will not strike first.

3 Orc warriors, enslaved by the cruel cold iron headbands approach, followed by 2 attenuated-looking goblin-types that are 6 feet tall and armed with horrible whips.