Karthburg, Western Adorn Vale
The Orcs dropped their swords and began Spear Charges. Taking slow, careful strides with both their shield and spear up, the Orcs turned the one advantage of the village against them, stabbing Soldiers through the bars, and guarding their heads from Arrows with their shields. Jovotal pulled out a war horn, and blew it. His 20 Archers readied their arrows, then fired a volley over the walls into the Spearmen. Jovotal himself jumped at the Palisade with his spear, stabbing at the men in a wild frenzy. At seeing him, his men rejoiced, and let out a guttural war cry. Jovotal, however, paid little attention to the infantry he killed. Instead, he looked for the Human Commander, from the beginning of the battle.
Isengaruk
Avarkal rounded up a force of 200 Jovo Orcs, as they liked to be called, 40 of them Archers. He walked up to Larthal. "My good Friend, what is the plan? Considering the ranks of Modor's army, you technically outrank me here, and are only a step below Lord Jovotal. Any Orders for me and my band of Orcs? Or can we just run wild in the Countryside?" He said this last part with an evil grin. "Your call, sir. Choose wisely, for it is your responsibility if this messes up." He carried with him a large bow, and the average Orcish spear. He wore little clothing, and even less armor. He looked like your average Orc Barbarian.