Silent and carefully she climbed the off side of the tree, until she could see the sleeping guard. Lifting her crossbow she aimed the deadly dart for the foul creatures throat. A soft thrum of the string and a wet thunk as the bolt tore through it's throat and voice box pinning it to the tree trunk. Forgetting the dying creature she scrambled higher in the tree. To get a look at what was going on within the village. Far below she could see Joe Brian and Christine chained to wooden posts. Below them in a sunken pit Mike trotted free and anxious. The half orc chief sit looking over the pit from a tall carven throne.
"Now my people the games with begin." He proclaimed to the Orc's and Half Orc's crowding around the pit. Three huge Orckin warriors stripped off they're armour, and standing naked but for they're furry loin clothes. Drawing wicked looking saw edged daggers, they climbed down into the pit.......