Before we can take a step the door behind us shatters!

A man as tall as the doorframe and wider by a foot crashes in. The barricades splintered and two or tree defenders were tossed aside. In the light of the tavern I could tell that these aren't men at all. The tusks aren't attached to helmets. They're growing out of their heavy jaws. More of them are crashing in through the windows. Their skin ranges from grey to a mute green. They all look seven feet tall at least. If anything these are Orcs!

Emma is curled up in my arms and we're frozen in place. The massive hulk that crashed through the door is towering over us faster than I can believe.