As the adventurers moved down the narrow ravine, the vertical earthen walls suddenly erupted. As dozens of fur clad half Orc warriors leaped out from they're carefully dug, and covered hiding places. Brandishing long wickedly pointed spears, the half Orc's closed in around the small group. Joe looked down at they're attackers think. "What a pitiful lot!" The trouble was he realized that within the narrow confines of the ravine. He couldn't use his deadly breath weapon without frying his friend's. Mike drew his heavy two handed sword, as on his back Brian nocked and arrow. But before the two could act, the rock tops of the narrow ravine were suddenly cover with Orc archers. Christine fumbling in her robes for spell components froze as she looking up at the archers straining to hold they're bow's tightly drawn.
"Were screwed!" Brian exclaimed looking up at the dozens of nocked arrows pointed down at them.
"Maybe later." A grinning half Orc laughed looking down into Brian's eye's. By his garb and manner it was obvious he was the leader of this band. "As for right now lay...down your weapon's or die."