Coming from the west, they arrived at the Silver Arrow Tavern, where Camris Lindar was starting the Bardic Contest. The initial group were armed but weak melee fighters numbering over twenty. They were from a more advanced orc clan and spoke in crude but understandable Commonspeak.

After a few brief insults, they began their attack. A few minutes later, we discovered this was but the leading edge of their raid; the main attack force arrived southwest of the Silver Arrow, composed of dozens of orcs, orc lords, orc mages, and ettins.

Fortunately, Yavieba Festival had drawn an extraordinarily large group; we were able to keep the attackers out of the Silver Arrow and eventually defeat them. Near the end of the battle, one of the orcs signaled that he wished to parlay.

Grug'Ak: Tupid elbies!
Grug'Ak: Uu clomp CHIEF!
Brisid Celemegil: Why have you come here?
Grug'Ak: Uu kum Furt! Clomp beeg Mojo Cheef! Tak Mojo Mask!
Grug'Ak: Gib mazk bakh!
Brisid Celemegil: When did we supposedly take this mask?
Grug'Ak: Nub loong, urk walke heare den
Grug'Ak: Yub, gib mazk, urk gug'ye
Brisid Celemegil: The runebook hunt? Gal, do you know anything about their mask?
Grug'Ak: Elbies n hummies clomp! Mudj mojo!
Galethien Elvade: Ahh...
Grug'Ak: Clomp CHIEF!
Galethien Elvade: I have the helm.
Grug'Ak: yub gib helm, ore urk gib mojo on tupid elbies n humies
Galethien Elvade: If I give it to you, will you leave?
Grug'Ak: Urk calh Darke Humies, Darke Ladee! MUDJ MOJO!
Galethien Elvade: There it is. *hands it to Grug'Ak*
Grug'Ak: Nub, this nub mazk. NUB!
Galethien Elvade: All I had is that helm.
Grug'Ak: NUB! MOJO MAZK!
Galethien Elvade: We did not take a mask.
Brisid Celemegil: That helm is all you're getting.
Grug'Ak: Tupid Humies n Elbies, clomp Glug'Bak!
Grug'Ak: Klomp CHIEF! Uu tupid! Lusk'r geth uu!
Brisid Celemegil: I would advise that you leave, before you lose more of your little army.
Grug'Ak: Us nub gib mazk, urk kum bakh!
Brisid Celemegil: We'll be waiting for you then.
Grug'Ak: Tupid Elbies! Kum URK!
*the orcs leave Tel'Ruid*

Tel'Mithrim Council believes that the "Dark Humies" Grug referred to are the either the Minions of Minax, or the ShadowLords. The forces that attacked us are but a sample of what Minax's army can throw at the world and at us, as many of the Elves saw in Moonglow just a short time past. Now, by some circumstance, Tel'Ruid has come under her sight.

Over the past few years, we have grown increasingly isolated from the rest of the world. We believed that if we paid no mind to the world, then it would leave us our peace. If that was true before, it is no longer. The battles are not isolated to such shores distant as Moonglow's. No matter how much we may hate it, war has returned to our lands.

We fled from Minax's wrath once, when moving to Trammel. Our determination and resilience have helped us make a new, better Tel'Ruid, yet the loss of the original Tel'Ruid brings sad memories. We fought courageously that time, and we can do so again. But this time will be different: we shall not lose again.

--Brisid Celemegil
Nikerym en'Tel'Mithrim