The party arrives at the city of Thorin where they are given the option to join the Alliance Guard.
All have accepted the offer.
The party march onward to the barracks where they sleep for the night. Their training starts tomorrow.
For many weeks they trained so eventually they would leave that fortress and venture to the front lines to battle the hordes of orcs at the brim of the kingdom of Moriadin.
The night is cool and quiet Jernigan and Peter were on petrol of the south gate, the rest of the party is asleep in the quarters 100 feet to their left.
Suddenly the ground begins to shake ever so slightly. They see a dim light over by the west gate it appears to be lit on the outside of the wall. An explosion occurs The wall of the west side falls completely.
A loud horn begins to sound as orcs rush in through the opening. The party quickly defends themselves against whatever orcs try to attack. They are surrounded until a few dwarves come in from the barracks behind the party and rush to the front. Each of them is carrying a large tower shield with a small square hole near the top. The shield completely covers their bodies from head to top.
The commander rides in on a camel. “Quickly this way we need to you go to the capital.”
The party runs to the path Jay cleared and storm along the sides of the wall. Jernigan looks back and sees one of the dwarves getting hacked the pieces. The commander yells “LEAVE HIM! All of you knew what you signed up for!” Ahead of the party wait a large woman with an equally large axe and sword, a dwarf in a long chain shirt, and a heavily plated dwarf that looks well polished he seems to be in a high position.
The dwarf in the long chain shirt is holding the gold encrusted box, the same box that the creatures were after during the caravan raid. “We have to take this to Erackinor! It’s not safe here” The large woman mounts a camel that is hooked on to a wagon that seems capable of fitting the party inside.
Behind them is another explosion. The southern wall falls and the remaining dwarves are trampled. Five orcs are rushing towards the wagon.