We set out to patrol the highway, like so many other days. After our recent string of victories, we were confident that we could take on anything that crossed our path. Unfortunately, what crossed our path was an pack of big, angry orcs. Our standard weapons, or “poo-ny sticks” as our adversaries called them, were insufficient to harm them and we were soundly defeated.

On our way back, we were assaulted by a mysterious beast of unknown species and origin. The creature immediately set its sights on Kevan, who in turn charged it screaming bloody murder. We managed to fight it off together, although Kevan somehow lost some Gold in the encounter. It’s obvious to all that there is some sort of history between our comrade and the beast, but Kevan has so far refused to discuss the subject.