The Journal of Rawhelm, entry 1; The Laughing Orc.

Heard a group of orc's was stationed up north, near that town of Trestlebridge. And me, being the valiant hero I am, had to scout the place out, maybe find there leader figure, or whatever you want to call it. So there I was, I'd tied old Dozer, bless his heart, onto a low hanging tree branch, he wouldn't run off nowhere, but it's just a habit. But anyways, there I was, crouching down low, watching these ugly damn orc's, when all of a sudden, I heard this grunting noise behind me, needless to say, I looked to see what it was. Well, I wouldn't call it the best desicison of my life, cause my movement attracted the attention of these two great big ugly bastards that was behind me. Now I had my sword drawn right quick, but these two brutes already had these bloody big axes and were walking right at me, didn't even give me a chance to say hello! And the worst part, is them orc's was doing this odd thing with there mouths, could of sworn they was laughing at me! I didn't take to kindly to that, I let out a quick jab that left the one on the right without his throat, one on the left, however, was swinging that great big hunk of steel at me, and it was coming fast, I ducked just in time, would took one of my antlers of if I'd been wearing my helm at the time. Well, before I could dispatch of this one, he let's out this loud whomping cry, and has he's laying on the ground, hands on his midsection, I hear the feet of many a orc stirring in the camp, needless to say, I got old Dozer and we was out of there right quick, but the worst part is, when I tell the old bloke Hillerwick, he'll probably make me go back!