Seige of Caslte Ormshole

Barrt the Fierce stood on the battlements and looked out over the camp outside the castle.

The ogres had been there for weeks without even attempting the walls. They drank and sang and farted, but never made a single approach towards the walls.

Barrt had sent messages out to them challenging them to attack, but the answer came back that the Great Maw was not happy with them that day; they were expecting visitors; they had seen the piles of elven bones and were too frightened to attack.

'They'll have to attack some time,' one of his men said.

Barrt nodded. His armour was polished. His sword sharp. He was ready for them when they came.