The pc's make their way south of Safeton near the edge of the gnarly forest, and after a days march, they make camp. The road south is not much travelled these days, as the imminent war with Pomarjj has led all trade and communications to be halted. The pc's had only heard of the rampant slavery of all races under the orc hordes. The orcs were led by Turosh Mak and it was rumored that it was his desire for expansion combined with a ten year cycle of blood lust inherant amongst all orcs that was responsible for the oncoming invasion from the south. The heroes of Hamlet were apprehensive as to what terrors they would find, but knew that someone had to go. Someone had to find out what was in store for the future of all elves, dwarves and men. The war north coincidentally seemed to be growing in ferocity as well. It was widely rumored that Iuz the Evil, was amassing his forces for an assault to the lands south of his empire. It was said that he had united the numerous barbarian hordes underneath his banner. The heroes knew that fighting a war on two flanks would be harrowing to say the least. They discussed the plans to circumvent all larger towns and act as pilgrims, heading south to the ocean. If that didn't work then deadly force was allowed, as long as all evidence was disposed of. The night was warm and calm and although physically comfortable, no one amongst them rested well.
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