“I say, it was most unsporting.

We attempt to make a nice lunch, when these BRUTISH ogres appear, and demand our (did we mention OUR) food. So, we decide to bluff them out. We say, why not play a game of Blood bowl for it?

The ogres, looking at our puny bodies laugh and agree.

We then stomp them into the ground, using our superious Orcidas Spiked boots of pain (they cost a lot, but they do the job!) To take out the opponents most promising ogres.

First the surehands ogre gets treewacked. One target down.

We then Kill Grimfist, with some snivvling apothecary saving him. We told him then.. your coming for lunch. he looked happy...untill we said, and your the lunch.

We're feasting on ogre tonight lads! Big party!!

On a sidenote, Locke Decided that he will be moving back to his previous hobby, Testing Halfling Sharkrepellant. He claimed: " That's a lot less dangerous than this job, and i hate getting interrupted when i'm having lunch". You live the good life Locke.”