An ambush... So sneaky!

You fancy yourself a great warrior, blessed with such great and holy powers from lovely Lucretia. And yet... You know your limits. And around 20 orcs, all at once, are about that. You evaluate your options, and call back on all the knowledge that you have about the orc race. You vaguely recall details that orc society is heavily militaristic and meritocratic. Meaning that the biggest, baddest orc gets to be in charge. And he usually gets there by murdering the his challengers. That gives you an idea... If you could just kill the orc chieftain, the tribe would turn on itself, and rip itself apart! A big smile spread across your face! That was it!

But then your smile faded. Just how were you going to do that? Your mind began to work. Maybe you could infiltrate their camp and sneak into the chieftain's tent and kill him covertly? Mm. That wouldn't work. Ignoring the fact that killing the orc wasn't a sure thing, your trip inside would be a one way trip. The rest of the tribe would tear you apart for the crime of murdering their chieftain... Just before tearing each other to shreds. No, infiltration wouldn't work. You'd have to lay a trap, and spring it. And while they were confused, you'd get in there, kill the chieftain, and get out. With a plan set in mind, you got to work.

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Night fell, and the call of war sounded in the camp. A horn blared, and a yell of battle rage and excitement came up from the orcs. They had been waiting all day for this. It was raiding time. Soon enough, the orcs streamed out of their camp. The party was about 15 strong, only a few had stayed behind to guard the camp. The chieftain was one of those 15 bounding out. He was bigger, meaner and stronger than his compatriots, standing half a head taller than the other orcs, and hefted a mean looking warhammer. The orcs charged out of their camp and through the grassland from whence you entered. Just as you planned. You were positioned at the treeline, near a narrow part of the grassland. You waited. 5 orcs ran passed your crouched form. You waited, the air thick with anticipation. Another two stormed by. And then, just as the chief was a few steps away, you pulled the trigger. With a shot of holy power, you burned through the last part of the trunk holding a large tree up. You had prepared it for just such a moment. And with a titanic creak, it fell. And it fell true. As the chieftain was running under it, the tree hit the ground, landing on his outstretched leg, crushing it to paste. With a howl of pain, the orc stared at what had happened in surprise and shock, and then quickly tried to pull himself free, but he certainly wasn't expecting a paladin to run along the trunk and shove her greatsword into his chest. You were silent, having discarded your armour before the ambush had been launched and purchased a pair of dark hose and shirt from Barrowden, your movements were silent and body was camouflaged in the dark night. Knowing that if you stayed too long your plan would unravel, you didn't give the chieftain a moment to react. The second your sword had plunged deep enough to stab at his heart, you pulled it out and ran onward down the log. Judging by the bellow of rage from behind you, the chieftain hadn't died from the strike just yet, but it was likely he'd pass on soon.

The rest of the orcs had barely seen what had happened. First, a tree had fallen on their chieftain, now, he was clutching a deep wound in his chest, coughing and spluttering, before he fell to the earth. Judging from the sudden sounds of battle far behind your sprinting form, you reckoned you had succeeded in your quest.

The orcs would tear themselves apart fighting, and would likely be of very little consequence for the town guard to take down. A few injured orcs should be easy pickings for the local guard to mop up.

After waiting a couple hours, you returned to the scene of the ambush. It was quiet. Dead orcs were strewn about, but you only had eyes for one. Moving to the dead body of the chieftain, you set to work cutting off his head. This would be a great trophy for the mayor. With trophy in hand, you can make your way back to Barrowden to collect the 100 gold reward.