Scene 5: Disarmed in the Dark (Dis arm? No, dat arm!)

Intimidating a doomed goblin revealed little. The leader of the enemy is an Uruk named Graytooth who doesn't like "shineys". "Did I mention I'm a minion?" Gorim soon dispatched the beast behind closed doors. A noise was heard, drfting faintly over the sound of the cutting wind, a familiar sound; the turning of metal bands of the lorica. Intrigued our spear set out through the blackness to find the source. Finding a pit full of roman corpses, some minus their heads, the dwarf was certain he saw a hand move. Dangling the lightest of the group, Zot the gnome, our intrepid cook was soon beset by leaping hands of unlife. Tearing into his flesh he was soon unconscious. Gorim yanked him back to relative safety and the battle was on. Soon the three hands were slain and the party's wounds were wearily tended. What fresh horror lurks beyond the next ridge??

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