The howls of the approaching Worgs drew closer and closer, as well as the filthy chittering of the Rogs. It was apparent they had breached through the ruined townscape, searching through the buildings and alleyways for prey. From the screams, it seemed one or two townsfolk had hidden from whatever had destroyed the town, only to be found by the Rogs. Beren flexed his hands, as if he was getting ready to strangle or grapple any foe that came near, though he looked a bit confused by Ursaren. "What are you talking about?" 

Beside them in the street, Argon and Geradin made ready. The Lizardman hefted his shield and large bastard sword, roaring a challenge at the approaching monsters. Geradin in turn began a prayer, his words were deep and seemed to echo far more than they should have. His hammer began to glow with a brilliant ray of light much like the sun's. The two stood shoulder to hip with Beren and Ursaren, and anyone else who had joined them to hold the street. Luckily they didn't need to worry too much on alleyways, with only two close by and both led behind them from where the Rogs were not attacking from. 

Suddenly, a nearly crumpled building finally collapsed down the street from some unseen blow of incredible proportions. A Troll waded into the street as the dust billowed, crying out a roar as it dragged a collapsed tree as a club. Moments later, Rogs streamed out of the streets from behind it. The creatures were slightly shorter than a man, but still quite dangerous. Their armor was splint mail and leather, and they wielded notched and jagged scimitars and axes, with a few short spears about the height of An-Hasst. 

Roughly half a dozen Rogs, and two Worgs the size of large dogs made it ahead of the rest of the horde, charging at the adventurers holding the street. Two arrows flew at Alice, though they flew past her harmlessly. Perhaps they will be better shots next time, however... The Troll stepped ontop of a Rog, crushing the humanoid as it waded forward recklessly. It was a stooped beast, only a small bit taller than An-Hasst and Argon from eye level. Of course, if it stood to its full height it would be easily a head taller than either. 

Luckily for Mags, the adventurers out her door were keeping the Rogs occupied, allowing her to give some sort of surprised attack. If she played her cards right, of course. 
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