OOC: Right. Mooks and my new character all at once!
Berethor and Idrial watched the hoard of enemies approach, the padding of the orks ragged, leather boots and the great stomping of the cave trolls shaking the trees around them. "We can't fight them Berethor! The are far too many!" the female elf said as she held her thin, elegant sword at her side. "Nonsense! We must fight them! We can not allow these foul creatures live." Berethor said firmly as he grasped his sword and shield tighter.
Suddenly an ork shaman began chanting a spell at the back of the procession. Idrial noticed this and began trying to counter the spell with her own magic. The hoard drew closer. Berethor ran in front of the elf as she and the shaman battled with their chanting, intending to hold off the monsters as long as he could.. As the two magics clashed, something unexpected happened, in a flash of light, the hoard of creatures and Berethor disappeared, leaving only the elf and the shaman.
The magically transported group appears in a strange land...a City called Stockholm...near a another group of adventurers...
OOC: So we'll say a group of 30 orks and two cave trolls? That sound good? And there are a lot of people here...If I'm going to be controlling the enemies I might need to split you into groups...who will be fighting?