A dark night, commando team and orcs and doom.

It's a dark cold rainy night.

The sea is breaking onto a beach front. Behind the beach is an extremely steep grassy hill possibly even a mountain. Situated on the hill is a large rustic castle, under construction still with flimsy wooden scaffolding erected around it, the flaming torches punctuating the darkness.

I'm with a team of 3 other people, all of us are in army camouflage but unarmed.

We're running, because ORCs and the undead are chasing us up the beach and on to the ridiculously steep hill.

We manage to scamper up the wet slopes and find cover under a few trees. Much frantic time is spent it seems, digging at our feet attempting to create a small ledge for us to perch on, preventing us from sliding down the hill to our deaths, by the fall or the blades of the green monsters pursuing us.

Safe, for now, we set up a small hidden base of sorts from which to decide where to go next...but then below us we hear the sound of massive feet crushing ground as they plod closer to our location.

Below us now, there is a steep drop to a courtyard or clearing. Filling this space is a giant orc, brandishing a huge bow and arrow and a large club. This is getting scary.

I choose to get up and explore further up behind us, trying to find a way out. I get closer to the castle and see patrols of creatures on the scaffolding, I risk the run along these, past the torches, getting higher and higher, but the scenery behind the castle is obscured by darkness.

All the time I get the feeling of being hunted, pursued and the inevitable end at the hand or claw of some simple beast.

I'm spotted. I start to run back to our fragile sitting/standing hole, bringing with me a small hoard of green skinned vicious orcs ready to slay us all. We're helpless, outnumbered, cold, wet and doomed.

I wake up.