The village bell tower sounded the alarm, but it had been so long since they had endured any form of attack that none of the people knew what to do. In awe, they stood, as the first wave of green-skinned death and snarling, baying wargs split to either side of the village, surrounding it but holding back their onslaught, waiting for something.
It didn't take long to see what they were waiting for. The ground shook and the rumbling grew deafening as the village, stared in dumbstruck shock at the hulking soldiers marching forward through the gap made by the goblinz vanguard. Some standing as much as two to three feet over the height of the tallest men, their slabs of rage filled muscle rippling as they marched beneath the storm.
"Bring up 'da hammers'," one deep, rasping voice boomed, answered by their ranks adjusting to allow a special division of the brutes to move forth, each one carrying an enornmous boulder bound with leather, metal and thick rivets to a log or small tree trunk. Somewhere a horn blew and the wave of destruction began. The massive, hammer weilding orkz broke into a frenzied sprint, swinging their vicious implements as they came, destroying carts and wagons, leveling small huts and homes, and raining crushing death upon man and beast alike.