*The ork appears to be beaten into submission, with many slash marks and a broken bottle of Covian Ale-- still wedged into the middle of it's forehead. In his bloody hands a report on a previous expedition*
"The Orks are an odd race-- ulgly, hairless, potbellied creatures. So many of them, yet they fell to our swords quickly. Every ork in site was slain, beaten, or magic cast upon them. Guess its because of this ulgliness is why they feel the need to partake so often in the pleasures of drinking ale and making more orks-- rather than keeping fit and trained for battle. Because as soon as we thought they were all dead, more of the foul creatures appeared! "
In attendance this eve:
Judas Deibeau [leader]
Garand
Senech Arevan
Clovis ExSang
Robert Fripp
*Signed neatly* Jevonia
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