text: You spot smoke just in the distance, where the raiders are presumably camped.
  
  
  "Orcs!" You loudly whisper. "To arms! We'll wipe out the fiends to the last man."
  
  
  You move forward slowly, further through the woods. You arrive at the edge of a small glade. There is a large opening where there's several dozen tents. A group of around thirty Orcs wearing chainmail armor and wielding axes, short swords and maces. You give a few hushed orders to various Orcs to target the various flanks to make sure not a single raider survives. Then, you raise your sword.
  
  
  "CHARGE!" You roar, sprinting forward.
  
  
  The Raiders are quickly taken by surprise, grabbing any nearby weapons and raising them in defense. You swing your sword, which bites into one of their necks and beheads him in one clean sweep. You kick a second to the floor with one swift kick to the head, knocking him to the floor. You raise your sword and stab downwards, going through the raider's stomach. Within a few seconds, the fighting is over. The raiders have been quickly wiped out to the last orc, leaving none alive.
  
  
  "This was quicker than I had hoped." One of the Orcs remarks.
  
  
  "Orders, Chieftain?" Another asks, turning to you.
  
  
  "Burn the tents, the bodies and take anything worth taking." You reply.
  
  
  "Yes, Chieftain Mazkil."
  
  
  Your men quickly begin removing armor, weapons and jewelry from the dead Orcs, and wrapping their corpses in tents. Once this is finished with all the corpses, they set the wrapped corpses alight, which quickly begin burning. You sniff the air, and smell the delicious smell of sizzling flesh.
  
  
  "Chieftain! I counted the amount of beds versus corpses. Twenty dead raiders, but there's over eighty beds."
  
  
  "There's more! We believe there's at least sixty more raiders off on a mission at the moment. Orders, Chieftain?"
  
  
  One of the Orcs, one of the very few archers you've brought, Kanim Darkwit, steps forward. 
  
  
  "Sir. The Raiders will be hungry and tired. They'll be here soon. We can lay an ambush. There's a good vantage point in one of the trees..."
  
  
  "Coward! Where's your honor, boy?" Another Orc, Jakku Bearsbane, roars. "We're not abandoning all honor and reason in favor of hiding like does! We find the raiders, and wipe them out to the last man."
  > You search out and lead a charge against the Raiders
  "Darkwit, go, take who you need and scout ahead for the raiders. Jakku, make sure the men are ready. We''re going to charge the raiders and wipe them out to the last orc."
  
  
  "Yes, Chieftain." Jakku barks, before running away.
  
  
  The Orcs quickly regroup as the scouts sprint off in search of the raiders. You wait with your allies for two hours, before one of the scouts breaks through the treeline.
  
  
  "Chieftain! They're coming! They were about an hours march away last I saw, but at the pace they were moving they're only half an hour away."
  
  
  "Good. Let's move. Orcs! Get ready to fight. In fifteen minutes, our swords'll be deep in Raider blood."
  
  
  The Orcs all bark responses in the affirmative, and you begin moving forward towards the raiders. It seems the scout under-exaggerated the raiders speed, because it takes twenty minute to finally meet the raiders. A massive group of Orcs, with three Merchant Caravans in tow, no doubt from a recent raid. 
  
  
  "Orcs! Now is the time to spill blood! CHARGE!" You scream.
  
  
  You raise your sword, charging forward with your Orcs. The Raiders aren't prepared to fight, but they're still armed from their previous raid and they're still Orcs. You swing your blade downwards, hacking off an arm, and headbutt a raider before running him through with your sword. You dodge an axe swing and cleave the Orc in half. A Warhammer smacks you in the chest, launching you backwards. Your head bangs against a tree, and you stand and charge forward again. You launch yourself into the fray, and hack a raider to death. The Raiders are beginning to turn and run now, but you slice the back of the legs of one of them and stab them through the chest, breaking through their armor and into the soft flesh beneath.
  
  
  "Chieftain! We are victorious!" Jakku roars happily.
  
  
  "Losses? Kills?" You ask.
  
  
  One of the scouts quickly begins tallying the dead, and turns to you.
  
  
  "Sir! We lost thirteen men. They lost thirty seven."
  
  
  Jakku roars victoriously.
  
  
  "Yes! I told you we didn't need cowards tactics. We wiped them out and sent the rest running."
  
  
  "Yes. Have the scouts find our dead and bring them back to the village for the funeral pyre. Orcs, let's head home."