Tomb Robbers of Evendim

“Two days!” Bill was at it again it seems. “For two stinking days we have been standing here!” Captain Harrow looked over towards the crier of bad news. Most of the boys stood around him, listening to Bill’s well thought over arguments. “The green cloaks have only harassed us till now! Yet we will not e breathing for much longer if we stay ‘ere! My life isn’t worth 50 stinking coins and neither are the lives of you all!” About half of the listeners were cheering when Bill finished.

Gurzlum was empty. The once well garrisoned scouting camp had only a few measly defenders left. The Taskmaster looked to the South for a short while and sighed. “All the good boys are either dead or fled to the hills.” None were around to hear the taskmaster’s rumblings as the ones that could still fight, were placed at the gate to prepare for either aid, or their end. Gurzlum has lost their warriors and scouts on the elves and their wretched allies. The Ongbúrz licked their wounds and prepared to let their teeth shine again.