"With pleasure my lady," the Angeline replied, with a grin.<br/><br/>Angeline grinned, sauntered past the row of impaled skeletons, and hefted her mace to smash it against the gong, ignoring the mallet at hand. The heft of the mace, and the sound of metal ringing on metal created a jarring, discordant note that reverberated throughout the stronghold.<br/><br/>As if awakened by this tone, the skeletons began to animate, their bony fingers wrapping around the spear-hafts, and lifting until they had freed themselves from their undignified pose. Then, taking up the weapons upon which they had been impaled, they advanced carefully, hemming in the intruders, though not moving to attack it seemed.<br/><br/>From within the stronghold came howls and warcries, and within moments the castle doors were flung wide, and four orcs advanced into the courtyard, hefting battleaxes. While all of their weapons were cruel and rusted iron affairs, the lead orc was a truly massive specimen of his species, and he carried such a great axe that it looked as though it could fell a man in a single blow.<br/><br/>Raising his hand, the lead orc bellowed something in his native tongue, and charged to attack.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OoC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Unless you happen to know orcish, I suspect now is a good time to <em>roll for initiative!</em><br/></div></div>