Can you smell what the orcs are cookin'

Your Journey back to the ruins of Spellgard is full of reflection. What happened and why were you chosen? Was it truly destiny that brought you there just as Embram had been told or could it have been his longing was answered by some god who put you there for its own purposes? As you come upon the ruins the surroundings bring up a sense of deja-vu. The sounds of fighting reach your ears and a sense of urgency builds within you. Your steps become quicker and the breathing laboured as you run toward the melee not yet in sight. You know they capable, you know they are stalwart and you know that they will fall if you do not reach them in time. A shout in giant and a cry in the elven tongue reach your ears. As you come into view from behind a ruined wall you see a band of orcs dressed in black leathers one of them stands out among the rest directing the flow of the carnage before you. You see and Elf in reddish scale at his side lie other fallen comrades. Standing off to one side is a Dragonborn cloaked in shadows obscuring his features. Just then the Elf lets out a shout and attacks his sword raised high he appears to be pushing past his foes but the orc stands his ground and levels a powerful blow bringing the Elf low. The Dragonborn puffs up his chest and belches a torrent of flame upon the orcs, the flames lick the body of the elf yet do not appear to leave any marks. The orcs fall back, some dropping to the ground dead. One of the orcs steps upon the elf with an expression of feral delight and reaches for a hand axe. Faster than the eye can see the orc throws the hand axe at the Dragonborn and buries it into his chest. The shadows dissipate and the body of the Dragonborn falls to the ground.

These are the orcs and the the adventures from your dreams. You know that in a minute the adventures will succumb to their wounds unless you do something they will die. The orc leader looks in your direction and lets out a throaty chuckle and says "Looks like like meat is back on the menu boys!" You hear a pack of wolves from behind the rubble stir as three large dark shapes come into view. The large size and riding gear can only mean Dire Wolves. It seems you could have slept a little longer, maybe you would have found out who is going to win... wouldn't that have been nice.