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 lay an ambush
  "Darkwit. Your plan is good. Jakku, I'm not leading my men into a charge when we have the perfect trap right here."
  
  
  "Yes, Chieftain." Jakku nods.
  
  
  You have Darkwit hide in a vantage point in the trees, the bodies stacked into defensive walls to block enemy escape once they've entered the killzone. You have warriors hide at various points to be able to charge the killzone once the raiders have arrived. You patiently wait, hidden in bushes and undergrowth. One hour passes quickly, the second takes long, but after two and a half hours, the raiders are here. They march, three Caravans in tow, no doubt from a recent raid. They break into a jog when they sight the camp, heading straight into the killzone while confused and unprepared.
  
  
  "STRIKE!" You roar.
  
  
  You break into a run, swinging your blade. The Raiders are surrounded, and they're simply unprepared to face you. 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. 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. The rest manage to make it past the junk walls you've set up and head off to find safety. 
  
  
  "Chieftain! We are victorious!" Darkwit laughs happily.
  
  
  "Losses? Kills?" You ask.
  
  
  One of the scouts quickly begins tallying the dead, and turns to you.
  
  
  "Sir! We lost six men. They lost forty nine."
  
  
  Darkwit grins.
  
  
  "Yes! I told you my plan would work. We almost wiped them out and lost very few."
  
  
  "Yes. Have the scouts find our dead and bring them back to the village for the funeral pyre. Orcs, let's head home."