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Chapter 1

It was cold. It was windy. It was dark. Clobber sat crossed leg at the mouth of a cave of ruins. She was resting, waiting; tired after a day of fighting for the mercenary guild that consumened her life. As she rested, she heard a rustle. Her ears strained for any other sounds, anything at all that might be cause for her to draw the large spiked hammer that she used so sparingly. It was then that she heard it, the soft patter of footsteps followed by the breaking of a burnt out torch she used for a warning to detect other creatures. Being so deep in Orc territory she knew that to ignore these and assume they were friendly would be suicidal. Clobber pulled out her hammer and stood up slowly. Quietly she took a step out from the ruins of a wall where she had concealed her camp and peered around the corner.

She was desperate to see what was moving before it saw her; that was her only chance of beating it. She stopped and gazed into the darkness, willing the thing to move enough to see it as the sounds had long since stopped. Heart racing like thunder, Clobber stood out from behind the wall and lunged her hammer into the darkness. A satisfying crunch told Clobber that she had made contact with whatever creature was moving outside of her camp. Gazing around again she could see the sillhouette on the floor. It looked human. "Drows look human." thought Clobber as she dragged her bounty back to her camp, careful to make no unnecersary sounds.

As she reached her base she patted the body down, desperately searching money, potions or anything that could be use to her on this quest. Unfortunately, she was unable to find anything apart from a flint stone in the creatures hand. "Ah..." Exclaimed Clobber, for she now knew what method of attack her enemies were now testing. Long range, slings, knives. Anything so that they wouldn't need to come near to Clobber or near to her hammer.

Clobber reached her bag and pulled out a torch which she lit. The flame surrounded the area with enough light to make out what she had slaughtered. Had the circumstances not endangered her, Clobber would have screamed. The light fell over her attackers face, illuminating the eyes that were still wide open, looking shocked. She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe.

She had clobbered Grommit.