Having helped rid Raven of it''s bandit problem, Borahk almost immediately inlisted to help fend off an invading Orcish Horade. The battle was brutal. He and a comrade almost fell. Luckily they were pulled to safesty. After nursing thier wounds and resupplying, it was back to the front. The Orcs had moved past the fort and were making seige on the castle. The battle was heavy and the stones ran red with Orc blood. The barrage from the Orc Catapults was aweful and scattered Borahk and his fellows about the Castle courtyard. The scattered warriors made their way to the Orc front lines where they splintered the Orcish seige engines. With thier main offensive shattered, the Orc hordes retreated back into the dark forest. The day was won. Bloodied and hagerd, the heroes made their way back to the castle to nurse thier wounds. There was much celebrating. And even more resting. But the resting would be cut short with news of increasing undead in the forests. Borahk knew come the dawn he and his fellows would hunting creatures most foul indeed.