Orc marauder camp, on the edge of the swamp

… After hours of tracking through dense forest and unrelenting swamp Gausius finally raises his hand and gestures to get down. He points and in the distance you see the flickering lights of torches through the fog. As you creep closer, the ungodly smell of rotting and burnt flesh hits your nostrils. “You’ve found the Orcs alright” Dûnvar whispers from your left. From this distance you can just see some of the silhouettes of the monsters you’ve been tracking since the attack on Witherbridge. The creatures in the camp seem oblivious to your presence, but you haven’t been able to shake the feeling of being watched since the group stepped into the swamp. Angel nervously looks over his shoulder, he feels it too…

This is a camp for a small pack of Orcs. They have ‘recommissioned’ an ancient ruin in the middle of the Eldarwode. Their raids have drawn the attention of a brave group of adventurers, what horrors will they find?