...just then, she caught sight of the reinforcements. A mob of tiny green skinned figures in piecemeal armor lead the way, two contingents of at least one hundred more each of the expendable little goblinz. Following them, though, was a sight Grella welcomed wholeheartedly. Two squads of large, angry looking ork males, numbering roughly twenty strong each, and at the center of each squad, pulled by a cantakerous triceratox, came a chariot and battlewagon, containing cargo of supplies, weapons and two heavy bolt throwers.
The outrider spoke, "This is only the first group, mistress. More are coming. The ork-mother has committed to mobilize as large a force as needed to accomplish her goal."
Grella thought to herself that this was message enough from her mother, Mortus.
She called out to her troops who stood, awaiting her next command, "Change of plan, boys. Stand firm here till the reinforcements arrive."
Mere moments later, her warband was greeted by the goblin horde newly joining them, then the ork squads. As they mingled into the ranks, the wheels creeked, bumping along the rough ground, jostling the goblin lookout perched high in the makeshift wooden seat above the bins that held their stock of huge bolts for the crossbow-like weapons at the head of each wagon. Grella stepped up to one of the wagons and took quick inventory of the weapons and troops now added to her force.
"How many more are coming?", she asked a hulking shock trooper.
"Four more detachments, mistress. Enough to lay seige to most any town in our path."
"Excellent..." she cooed.