The 'Red-Robbed Gang'

The air was filled with early Spring's breeze, warm and refreshing. Askelin, Ealstan and I arrived first, with Arindiis coming in last atop her steed. The land was turning away from the smooth, forest-like terrain and started to form into a more, rough, harsh, unforgiving land. Askelin walked first, I a few feet on his left, and Ealstan upon his right, while Arin walked behind us. We started to walk into the land, gazing at it's ruins and dry ground. A shrill neighing was heard behind us, it was there that I had started to doubt, did someone, or something take Arin's steed, and kill it? I don't know. We were in the open, a large hill was in front of us. It was not a wise place to stay, or be in general, so we swiftly ran up the hill, little did we know that there was a surprise in the making for us. A arrow hit the ground just a few feet before Arin, goblins charged at us, I had took a potshot, yet to no avail it missed. Two spear-wielding goblins charged at Eal and I. With swift action I notched an arrow and let it loose upon on, hitting him in the chest, letting out a scream of agony. Some of the goblins taunted and jeered, while some died upon our weapons. I was glad to make use of my bow, for it sung with great pride and my arrows pierced deep. Over the hill was the sight of the location which we speculated to be the source of all these attacks, while goblins had ambushed us, it looked like that they had came from the ruins. Askelin and Arin went on and on about our plan of action, Aske was certain that the ruins were where the source was, but Arin had wanted to scout north. They asked me what my opinion on the matter was and I proposed this: I say we should get a closer look, go in stealth and see if it really is the source, if not, then we can go up north to scout there. It was quickly decided to attack the ruin, having shock and awe upon our side. It was to no surprise that Aske and charged in, yelling with anger and fierceness, while Arin, to my bloody shock, turned into a bear, and simply barged in. I notched an arrow and stayed back, while the three had gone into combat with Half-orcs. As true as my aim was, it seemed to lack somewhat, but came back when I had shot a armored Half-orc's weak spot in the neck. The leader was certainly a Half-orc, robbed in red. He simply named his gang as "The Red-Robbed Gang" If I do recall correctly. We dealt with him quickly, and were given permission to loot their gang, I find a sword, man-made, rusted and blunt, which I thought to keep as a remainder of this encounter. It was fun, in a way, I was glad to prove myself to the Bloody Dawn. It could also make a good story to tell in the Prancing Pony, if a story was ever needed.